EVERYTHING YOU DO IS A SELF-PORTRAIT.
Fucking spare me.
Everything I do is fucked up and wrong.
I forget so easily
and it hurts so bad.
But what would be worse
forgetting it all
or remembering and regretting?
Oh, fuck it.
Why pretend I care?
I am so empty.
When you're left with only a bullet,
I'll bring the trigger and a promise to pull it.
I'll be the end of everyone who's ever entered your life,
and taken pieces out of it.
I'll give you time to regain your composure...
to reconstruct a heart that's torn from over-exposure.
I know forever isn't long enough to forget
the faces and places that played out your tragedy.
Our memory defeats us all.
I've touched stagnant water and muddy walls of the trench where you've been sleeping,
and there's nothing there worth keeping or believing.
So, on the eve of the attack,
we'll finger-trace the targets on their backs and open fire.
Just hold on until they're gone.
So, with this kiss,
I promise never to forget what you did for me.
I felt the sun on my face for the first time,
and tasted blood on my tounge for the last.
Fill me up.
Everything I do is fucked up and wrong.
I forget so easily
and it hurts so bad.
But what would be worse
forgetting it all
or remembering and regretting?
Oh, fuck it.
Why pretend I care?
I am so empty.
When you're left with only a bullet,
I'll bring the trigger and a promise to pull it.
I'll be the end of everyone who's ever entered your life,
and taken pieces out of it.
I'll give you time to regain your composure...
to reconstruct a heart that's torn from over-exposure.
I know forever isn't long enough to forget
the faces and places that played out your tragedy.
Our memory defeats us all.
I've touched stagnant water and muddy walls of the trench where you've been sleeping,
and there's nothing there worth keeping or believing.
So, on the eve of the attack,
we'll finger-trace the targets on their backs and open fire.
Just hold on until they're gone.
So, with this kiss,
I promise never to forget what you did for me.
I felt the sun on my face for the first time,
and tasted blood on my tounge for the last.
Fill me up.