JESUS, DON'T TOUCH MY BABY
oh lover, you should've come over...
it's not too late.
i feel sick. like when i get so sad it almost feels good to be sad. don't get me wrong i feel like shit but it's almost like i'm feeding off it. this doesn't make sense. i killed something last night. something beautiful and i can't work out if it was the right thing to have done. tis irrelevant now. tis all done. but f u c k it taught me some things.
i haven't seen someone be hurt for a while. not to that extent. and not so suddenly. i've seen friends go through break ups and lose people but not in that way. not in one of those ways where you could almost literally see their world crash down around them. and i can't work out if it's adult-like or childish to be involved. mum yelled at me for 'getting in on the drama again' last night. and i spose it is immature to hear the gossip and buy into it... even though she doesn't know the half of how involved i am. but on the other hand i feel like i should be able to listen to both of them speak and not take sides so much. but everytime i talk to each of them i believe what each one says. and i want to believe one more than the other. but evidence is stacking up for the other side. i don't know what to do. this isn't going to blow over and in some sick way i think i would have liked the idea of being the one she turned to when she's sad before it actually happened. like i could rescue her or something fucked up like that. but this is coming close to killing me. i've never seen her/anyone so heartbroken and just generally crushed. i wanna fix it and i can't.
and i hate that i have spent so many years risking making half this town feel like that
give me more of that firework lust
gunshot love and just any old trust
cause baby i don't care
though-----------------
you'd better get me a gun cause i might've just started a war
it might've been accident... and possibly you're involved.
it's not too late.
i feel sick. like when i get so sad it almost feels good to be sad. don't get me wrong i feel like shit but it's almost like i'm feeding off it. this doesn't make sense. i killed something last night. something beautiful and i can't work out if it was the right thing to have done. tis irrelevant now. tis all done. but f u c k it taught me some things.
i haven't seen someone be hurt for a while. not to that extent. and not so suddenly. i've seen friends go through break ups and lose people but not in that way. not in one of those ways where you could almost literally see their world crash down around them. and i can't work out if it's adult-like or childish to be involved. mum yelled at me for 'getting in on the drama again' last night. and i spose it is immature to hear the gossip and buy into it... even though she doesn't know the half of how involved i am. but on the other hand i feel like i should be able to listen to both of them speak and not take sides so much. but everytime i talk to each of them i believe what each one says. and i want to believe one more than the other. but evidence is stacking up for the other side. i don't know what to do. this isn't going to blow over and in some sick way i think i would have liked the idea of being the one she turned to when she's sad before it actually happened. like i could rescue her or something fucked up like that. but this is coming close to killing me. i've never seen her/anyone so heartbroken and just generally crushed. i wanna fix it and i can't.
and i hate that i have spent so many years risking making half this town feel like that
give me more of that firework lust
gunshot love and just any old trust
cause baby i don't care
though-----------------
you'd better get me a gun cause i might've just started a war
it might've been accident... and possibly you're involved.