cold sweat of guilt, i’ve watched you slowly winding down for years, you can't keep on like this.

[yourshadowknows]

i am done. done with so many things. done with school. done with work. done with loose ends that somewhere still do hurt a tiny bit. done with giant love triangles (or tetrahedrons) that always end up with everyone's feelings getting hurt. done with waiting for things that aren't going to happen by sheer will power. done with being weak. done with allowing myself to be a whore, your whore. done with being so secretive. done with trying to be perfect.



Here's to the Beautiful girls
lined up on the corner
selling themselves because
no one would pay even a dime
to hear their Thoughts

And no one would pay even a dime
to hear your Thoughts

Love is something you cannot sell
and it's just as well
because all those willing to buy
are just playing to win the Game

A toast to passing Go and
waving goodbye to the people you know
Wasn't it just last night
Park Avenue was in your sight?
But no one would pay even a dime
to hear your Thoughts

I think Norma Jean had it right.

But let's toast to tonight
pass Go and collect two hundred
find a get-out-of-jail-free card
and hope that maybe, just maybe
someone will pay more than a dime
to hear your Thoughts.

"Heres the day you hoped would never come,
Don’t feed me violence, just run
With me through rows of speeding cars.
The paper cuts, the cheating lovers,
The coffee’s never strong enough,
I know you think it’s more than just bad luck."