it hurts, you know?
what you say, what you do
i'll put up with it anyway
even when i know it's toxic
your actions fake,
untrue.
it's hard, you know?
when all you do is complain
i listen to it anyway
wishing i had half the problems you do
makes me resentful,
insane.
please know
what i say, what i do
you should put up with anyway
listen and care, compromise
be unselfish and optimistic
even if for an hour,
a day.
i'm tired of not feeling like a person
but this won't escape me
i won't tell you, no
it just hurts
and it's hard
really
you know?

ive been your ghost
i hope you realize
seven more days
of my averted gazes
and it's the end of an era
you're not home anymore
so i'm lost
in seven days
i don't have to let it in
let you walk by
as if your posture didn't falter mine
and your presence didn't weaken me
and i don't have to pretend
like you weren't still alive
in everything i touch
oh, mind
don't let a face deface my heart
let silver cars follow me to california
and keep my eyes on the road