you were my world and i spent my days spinning circles around you. i just wish i could've prepared for the cold before i remembered that seasons change.
i always wanted to die in the summer when only three of my friends still knew my name hit by a car or lightning, something or other and not by this *****, self-induced shame
my clothes on the floor, sitting here in your bed trying to find a way to disappear. and i'm trying to run and i'm trying to leave but somehow you just keep me stuck here.