I always hated the color of your emotions
On these dull and rainy days
Haven't seen the sun for months
Can somebody fax me the apocalypse
Can we just go back into a Big Crunch
Don't care about time anymore it just slips
Through my fingers

I'm not perfect like you think, I'm patchwork
My design has so many flaws and quirks
I'm made of skin and bones, some tell me if I'd try to swim I'd sink
Wish I was more of a liar so maybe I could float

What a tease you are in your little floral dress
And your needle and your thread and your thimble and the little squeaky noises from your rubber sneakers tread
Thought you were so cute when you'd ask me to drink my wine and eat my bread
Who knew a sip would turn into a bag and a loaf of bread

I hated how you looked up when I would look down
And the town felt like a bell tower full of time where I never heard the bell sound
And when you would close your ears it felt like a tsunami had hit my face and turned me into a zombie walking frown
Where my brain was so angry it turned red and filled with blood until I drowned

And there you sat that afternoon playing with your alabaster Barbie that oddly represented you
And you combed her hair and gave her a personality that you could choose
And you forgot all about the needle and thread, and all my patchwork of yellow and red and blue
You forgot all about me and if you would have mixed all the colors right you wouldn't have anything to lose
But here I am with my wiry string and my patchwork bruise
I've got smoke in my lungs and oil in my stomach fueling an industrial revolution that's way past due

She had a new man every other week
But they all had something in common
                           MONEY
I'd see her leave every night and come home every morning
With a different man
All drove luxury cars
Wore fancy suits
And shiny watches
I was curious how she did it
She would come and leave
The most fabulous woman I've seen
She'd come home with Versace, Prada, and Gucci bags
Always wearing dark designer shades
and black stelletos
Hair done up, not a single flaw on her skin
She was fabulous and a *****

Sometimes you have eat at a fancy restaurant alone
Go to bars alone
Sleep alone (which isnt so bad)
And **** yourself

I stare at myself
In my bathroom mirror
I see a charming girl
With a kind face
Eyes that could ****
And ****
A woman who can make a man go wild
in the end
I'm the one going crazy


I'm so Over
Myself

I always think there's more out to life
I know I can get more out of it

sometimes I think what if
finally made it?
Most of the time
I think
I've finally hit rock bottom


Yeah.... That's probably it

He said to me
"Stop what you're doing its disgusting.
Pretty girls girls don't curse and pretty girls don't smoke"

I looked at him in the eyes
Took a drag from my cigarette
Scooted closer to him and whispered
"I don't ******* care"

Dont string me along
Im sick of lost hope
Let me be and leave
Im sick of butterflies
Im sick of this tingling feeling
From my heart to my finger tips
Im sick of love
Im sick of you,
You ****** *******

Please dont play with my heart, its fragile.
If you dont want me, tell me.
Dont just leave without a word.
Id rather have you be honest
it helps with long term pain.
My head is strong i could forgive & forget easily
But please
Dont play with my heart its gone through enough.