We'll melt out of our clothes
Like burning candles
Hopeless love flickering in the night
When everything feels so despondently wrong
You make me feel alright

I don't wanna
Feel my face
I can't stand
To feel the pain
The things that haunt me everyday
The things that refuse
To go away
The things embeded
In this rotting brain
Drowning in substance
Escaping down the drain
Into a void
Of thoughtlessness
I never "thought"
It'd end like this

I'll pretend to love you
Keep you company for a while
I'll dump your *** on love sick's curb
When you've grown out of style
You come crawling back
On red palms and achy knees
Maybe I'm just unavailable
After the world I've seen
I'll keep you around for a while
'Till she catches on and finds out
I'll keep you around
'Till you've grown out of style

You'll go off
To do great things
You'll meet great people
And forget about me
But the memory of you
Will stay forever
You've cut open my heart
And forcibly entered
I didn't want
To let you in
But here you are
My special friend
You're going places
So very far
You've torn apart
My tethered heart
With your wide smile
And your twitching brows
As you're speaking to me
Without any sound
The way your hands move
So swiftly and smooth
I love your language
I'm in love with you

I like the way
You loom over me
The way the tip of my nose
Touches your chest
I like seeing you
First thing in the morning
Inhaling your sleepy breath
The messy tufts of hair
Scattered all over your head
I love having you around
Despite everything I've said
I'm just protecting my feelings
You know you're too good to be true
You are the meaning of perfection
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To keep you around just a while longer
To make this bond a little stronger
You're going places
And I'm going nowhere
But while you're in this ****** town
Just stay here

I'm sorry for the things I say
When I'm not feeling like myself
I know I sound concerning
Expressing the pain I've felt
I just need someone to talk to
And you happen to be there
I end up pouring out my sorrows
And all you can do is stare
And I don't look at your face
But I know you're probably scared
Or maybe you look down at me pitifully
As I sit on the bottom stair
Moving my hands sporadically
Head thrashing from side to side
My therapist says I look schizophrenic
When I say what's on my mind