Dear past me:
You got this.

I took myself out
for coffee

I hope she likes your singing.

.

And im staring to think that god doesn't love me at all
if he created pain he's just watching me fall
and if god created it all, then he created sin
so us poor fools
didnt have a chance to begin
so I smoke cigarettes for the same reason i fall in love;
i like to hurt, thanks to god above
I tear myself up from the inside out
and I get drunk so I know who I'm writing about.

Your lips are calloused
from smoking that entire pack of cigarettes

My liver is screaming
from all of that alcohol

My hair is grown now
almost to my shoulders in the back
if i pull on it

Maybe it was time for a change
*or maybe I'm just changing so the old me doesn't have to miss you

I had to get drunk, and read sad poetry
just to cry over you.
We both know that
This is the way it has to be

I'm only sad when I see the moon
because I know
you're enjoying the sun