why don't i put another cigarette to my lips
and hope to god I die quicker
hope that I don't have to be here
do I have to be here?

I'm biting my lip at another morning,
it tastes like metal
I've had the pleasure of knowing this taste before
however,
I've never known yours
do you taste like my bleeding chapped lips?
or do you taste like ice cream on a summer night?
do you taste like an unfiltered cigarette?
or do you taste like mint gum?
you must taste like sleepless nights,
because that's all my body seems to crave.

I might be thinking too much,
but if I'm right,
**** both of you
I hope you both fall apart inside
I hope you never utter my name again
Also, **** 12 am panic attacks

cigarettes make me feel better about abandoning you
I want a jeep because of when you would drive your mom's
and play rap songs
I want to be what I thought you were

I'm literally not following my own advice.
I told her not to worry about someone who lives 1,400 miles away,
yet I still find myself missing your golden blonde hair
and the way you would make fun of me,
of any of us.
I used to live for your fluffy white dog,
who even attacked me a couple times.
I don't even known why I stuck around
for your sarcastic *******.
maybe it was the thought of you loving me
cliché right?
I know.
but I still love you.

my soul broke
my love decays.
my thoughts of you illuminate

i want to change us,
but that leaves me with dust
because of my mistrust
of you with other girls

you just want a girl with curls
and a skinny body

you don't love my coke bottle waist
my love for you has been misplaced

i'm a two faced gemini
and you were too
how could we love eachother
if there was four of us
instead of two