you've got this silly way of keeping me on the edge of my seat...
drove around for hours tonight just to keep myself from feeling anchored. weighed down. to keep my mind off thinking about what kids like me deserve.
desperation isn't a strong enough word (but it will have to do). my wrists are only black and blue because i don’t have the balls to tell you how i really feel. nothing gets you ready to have every single word dissected and put under a microscope. i got ringing in my ears but none on my fingers. we’re not just falling in love anymore, we’re demanding it. i'm sorry, but i cant feel my heart anymore. it gets me all confused and upset, especially when i'm driving around for hours at night. i'd love to swerve off and blame it on the fog, but i've been talking on these roads too much lately, they'd spill all my secrets. i like to think i'm untouchable (but untouchable is unlovable). my snooze button is becoming my best friend... whats the point in getting out of bed anymore if its just to say that you did?
i'm so lost.