Now we're kissing on park swings
Now we're kissing on park swings, laughing at our friends, because nothing is over because it never began.
I'm wondering if I even left a scratch on your armour, if you think of me while I'm chained to this gurney.
There's this sick, oppressed part of me that wants you to hate my existence. It's not jealousy, that green-eyed monster, nor is it hatred, the red possessor.
Being told I changed and actually changing were two very different things. I have changed, now, I hope it's for the better.
If you're wondering where I've been, why my ghost no-longer haunts, it's a matter of asking the doctors, or the men in white coats.
One blue curtain over, 9 months and 14 days wasted away, turning yellow with the pain. For a single moment in a matter of hours, there was a shrill noise; now they were just two people, nothing more.
Hit me up.
It's a whole lot better than beating me down.
I'm wondering if I even left a scratch on your armour, if you think of me while I'm chained to this gurney.
There's this sick, oppressed part of me that wants you to hate my existence. It's not jealousy, that green-eyed monster, nor is it hatred, the red possessor.
Being told I changed and actually changing were two very different things. I have changed, now, I hope it's for the better.
If you're wondering where I've been, why my ghost no-longer haunts, it's a matter of asking the doctors, or the men in white coats.
One blue curtain over, 9 months and 14 days wasted away, turning yellow with the pain. For a single moment in a matter of hours, there was a shrill noise; now they were just two people, nothing more.
Hit me up.
It's a whole lot better than beating me down.