sometimes all it takes is for someone to do you wrong
in order to realize that you were right about them all along

i knew you wanted to die.
that goes both ways.
you can be my juliet.
sorry, boy, it was written in the stars.

you're ******.
i'm *******.
we got nothing left to lose.

I would say that I'm tired of being tired, but I'm really just tired of you.

except my heart because that belongs to you
but all of you is my everything,
so i guess it's really no difference.

i wanna ask you to stay up with me
so you don't have to wake up and
find my brain matter painting the ceiling

i may not be able to break your rules,
but they sure as hell won't break me.

One day we’ll wake up and call each other.
Our voices will be monotone.
We won’t really have anything to talk about.
We’ll go through our photos.
Make ourselves see how good it was.
We’ll look at each other and see why we fit.
Determine the pros and cons of staying together.
It’s just not that good anymore.
It’ll all end that way.
Not because anything is dreadfully wrong.
We’ll just be bored.
Everything will go back to how it was before.
Except that we won’t be a couple.
Just two people who coexist.
I can talk to guys at bookstores and fall a little bit in love with a perfect stranger every day.
You can pick up girls at the baseball field that you always thought were better than me.
But we’ll always have us.
For now, let’s stay us and hold off until later.

you see my scars, but they see my lies
you see my stars, but they just see my skies

i wish we didn't have to break up
every time you say your cell phone does.

ex-friend. boyfriend.
they both mean the end.
your love was fake.
we were built to break.
i flirt with people but
you act like you're not cut.
come on, boy, you know you're hurt.
upset that i got up and left you in the dirt.
watch me do what you thought i'd never.
obviously you're not the one named clever.
feelings can't fade if they never start.
not sorry if i broke your heart.

i'd love you, but i just don't.

anymore.

i'm trying to change for the better,
but you were my better half

collar bones under gold chains.
white sheets and blood stains.
in your head is my favorite place to be.
blissfully drowning in your dead sea.

i guess i'll just have to steal your car,
if that's the only reason you're gonna chase me.
you won't pay attention to me any other way.

April 14th, 2018:
we're caught up in his heart.
his belongs to me, but mine to someone else.
yours is only for him, but his is only mine.
i played along for long enough.
it's time for this to end.
it's time for everyone to know the truth.

and if this is real, then where the hell are you going?

but now all i can do is send up a prayer
that you won't leave me
when i leave him there

human

you best save yourself

before i can
sink my claws into you too.
uh oh.
here i come.
i suppose i didn't notice until it was
far too late.
oops.

i like that you're a fighter
cause i get the feeling
you'll be beating something else up tonight

lately, it seems like all i want to do
is get high enough to fall for you.

sometimes i cry.
i cry until i have no tears left and my voice has long left me.
i sob until it feels like my lungs collapse.

(similarly to the world that i built with you in my head)

i was probably high when i met you
but now i'm out of my mind cause i love you

and now you're upset
because i'm sitting in the
passenger seat of an infiniti
with frank ocean playing,
another hand holding the
one that you used to.

still, i want to be holding yours again.

if you say you hate what's in your head,
why do you always want to speak your mind?

everyone says that habits hold you back,
but i think i liked you better that way.
it was easier when you had something
to keep your ego from overtaking
everything.

I want you to know that,
After you're found drowned in the bathtub,
It's not you. It's me.
After you're found face down in your kitchen, poisoned,
It's not you. It's me.
After you're found burned alive in your backyard,
It's not you. It's me.
After you're found mauled in your Porsche,
It's not you. It's me.
Sorry babe, but I think it's time that you take a break.
It's over.

everything is changing
and my heart is still breaking.

and yet again, we're six feet under.
in too deep for the second time.
after all, what's the point in coming
back from the grave if it's where
you sleep at night?

i want to push the memories of last night away
too bad i've got to see your pretty face again today

She grew up on the walls
She grew up in the city
Against all odds she survived
The life that she was born into
She controls the alleyways
She is the orphan of understanding
King Jr. raised her
She is the essence of everything
That is street

She is the leader of a movement
That is ruthlessly and viciously her
She is undeniably cultured
That is the way that she thrives
She thrives off of opinions
She designed to push the pavement to the limits
Malcolm X praised her
She is the essence of everything
That is judged

She is the poster child of the ignorance
Of those who refuse to see
She is distinguished for her beliefs
She is set apart by her nature
That makes her so strong
She is the tie that binds it all
Differentiation never phased her
She is the essence of everything
That is individuality

She is forever infamous
She is running out of time
She is expunged from the city
She is excluded from the pavement
She is expelled from the walls
She is extracted from the alleyways
She is excommunicated from the people
She is exiled from their compassion
She is the unfairly judged individuality of the street

you can make me the bad guy,
but i'm the best girl you ever had.

i lie if it means keeping it away from you.
i lie, on my knees, at church, in the pew.
but honestly
the only honest thing
i'm saying is that honesty
is overrated
and i fake it
until i make it
but when my world's at stake
and i can't tell how much you can take
and its weight would push you
out of my life and too

far
away

i wonder how long it'll be until i'm finally okay
with everything never being able to be okay again

here for one night only

i dreamt of you last night
but it turned nightmare by the morning.

i promise i'll save you
from this life you're made to
take part with these people who
don't know just what they do
we're not made to win
but i'll save you
save you from you

i'm on my knees like it's a sunday
but
you look like heaven and hurt like hell.
guess we're close enough.

on october the 26, your lips on mine tasted like malibu
that's about the only thing i know for sure about us

who would have known that
heaven with you
would hurt like hell

The death of a sophomore.
Pull up by the side door.
You get what you ask for.
Guns in the bottom drawer.
****** floors in the drugstore.
A life for an even score.
A ****** at 5'4".
The drug lord of a drug war.

i only wonder if you had been raised a little different
would you love a little different now

my whole life i’ve been learning to write,
but no one ever taught me how to love you

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.

when my head
is on your chest,
i like to think that
your heartbeat
is just "i love you"
in morse code

The lucid nightmares of a dreamer’s sleep
Pray to the Lord, your soul to keep
The vibrant shapes of a colorblind sight
Your angels watch you through the night
The violent yells of a peaceful fight
We don’t live until morning light

the beautiful way in which you offer up the world to me
makes me want to take it simply so i can give it back to you.

you can't build a kingdom with someone who still wants attention from the village