I'm attracted to men who tend to have a ***** or two loose.
There is something about a broken mirror that drives me wild.
I'm tired of the old boring routine.
I'm up for a little adventure.

Corner me in an elevator and push your body against me.
Wake me up at 2 am and take me to a rooftop.
Whisper your darkest desires into my ear.
Rub my leg at dinner and let me know what I'm in for.

Push me in the backseat and pull me on top.
Just make-out with me like two teenagers in high school.
Tell me how you need it.
Let me touch your body.

Tell me I'm the one you've been waiting for your whole life.
Tell me you can't concentrate at work because you're thinking of me.
Tell me what you're going to do to me.
Make me beg for it.
Tell me I'm that somebody.


-you know I don't trust nobody

When I am sad, I try to remember happier times to help me get by.
                                          I'm restless.
I miss the warm summers in Florida, on the beach.
You put your arm around me, the sand between our toes
The sun setting behind the clouds, over the water
                                    Trying to forget you.
The night out in downtown, ice cream in the winter
Stumbling on the broken sidewalks, palm trees sway in the wind
Kissing on the railroad tracks.
                                      I hate how you lie.
Prom dress on the floor, warm nights in bed
My first love, my first everything
Backwards hats and skinny jeans
                                        I miss your kiss.
Good memories are always overshadowed by immense sadness and the fact that I am now alone.
                                    It won't always be this way.

I know they say you can't escape your problems.
This city is a world of hurt for me.
I got divorced here.
I began to fall in love again after that, and got hurt...again.

I want this place in my rear view.
I don't want to see **** that reminds me of you anymore.
I want a new beginning.
I don't care what "they" say.


I want out.

I am tired all of the time,
My friends say I am depressed.
I agree-which is a lie.
What I want to tell them is that I am heartbroken.


Over you.



-I'll lie forever so I don't have to bring you up

Frustration arises as I struggle to find the tax office downtown.
I turn a corner and stop dead in my tracks.
Right in front of my face is the first place I met you.
I turn cold.
My stare glazes.
I hit the gas and speed right for the bridge.
The bridge keeps me safe and holds me up
while I'm breaking down inside of my car.





-this town is full of heartbreak for me