Jeans used to make me nauseous

Plant pots make me shake

A hairbrush could make me crumble

But your lips may be the only thing without flaw

Holding you is like holding the sun
Your warmth is overwhelming
But all I want is to sink in
To stay a while
Even if a while is a minute or two

Thoughts are swimming
Mostly sinking
Trying to grasp at broken rope
I can't breathe
I can't see
And this time I don't want to be brought back to shore
Id rather feel nothing than this endless something

I've never longed to feel plastic before

its been a week and a half since the last blue pill

what I wouldn't give to not recognize my reflection

I spin out of control on a Monday

my body longs for your touch on a Tuesday

my brain can't get its mind off you on a Wednesday

I colapse on a Thursday

and then I get a hit on a Friday

and ill be okay until

I spin out of control on a Monday...

I've never shown you this side

The open book

Now there are 3 of you here

Tearing pages out

I hope you forgot the name I told you

I think it would make me feel again
But if it doesn't was it all a lie
I'll smile regardless
You make me nauseous