Cheap champagne and cigarettes
              And music
              You sing to me (that’s new)
You say exactly what’s on your mind
I don't like being caught off my guard
You leave me tongue tied, Tongue Tied
(but it’s easier when I'm drunk)

You fall too hard
Too quickly
I can tell
         So
              do
                     I
But I can’t do that again

You’re everything I could ever want
Yet I won’t commit
I know that

You’re writing songs about me
Don't do that
            (oh but please do!)
Don’t fall in love with me

Engaged in combat
No ceasefire
A beautiful mess
A chaotic art
Head vs. heart
Lately I side with the heart

There has always been a problem
With the way my relationships
End up
And only now have I realized
What the problem is
I always give so much
Without even realizing it
Maybe too much
They always say
“You make me a better person,
You’re my better half”
But I can never say the same
They feed off me
I’m an energy source
And then when it ends
It makes it all the worse for them
I am too extreme for them
I want the roles to be reversed
I want to feed off someone for once
I think I deserve that
After having to put up with
Bat **** crazy

That feeling
It’s back
After not feeling it for a long time
After thinking I would never feel it again
I thought it was gone
Burnt out
Faded and drained
But I was wrong
It’s back!
Stupid grin
Butterflies
****, now I have to learn how to flirt again

This is a story of two
And how their relationship ensues
They're in mutual like
But neither will strike
A commitment is what he must choose

The tension was too much to handle
This was turning into quite a scandal
It started with head
In his big comfy bed
He made her *** in the light of the candle

The best *** they’ve ever had
She could tell this was getting bad
But he had a big ****
Though he usually came quick
The afterglow made them go mad

Despite all the shared passion
She questioned his *****-call fashion
“Come over and hang out”
Was now a source of doubt
But she could still find some compassion

Like the way he’d come up from behind
And hold her so close, intertwined
She could tell this was prime
And for the first time
She liked a form, but also a mind

If only he knew she’d go for it
They’d **** the world with their charm and wit
He’d keep her on track
And she’d love him back
Can’t he see they’d make a good fit?

Well I guess that is how it goes
When both parties enjoy writing prose
The feelings they hide
Get locked up inside
Their hearts left to decompose

A perfect life
A beautiful girl
Popular by definition
Beautiful curls

The struggle to be fit
And a histrionic mother
Paints a flawed picture
Like no other

A secret relationship
Between the best friend and boyfriend
A storm is brewing
She cannot comprehend

A beautiful breakdown
The boyfriend is urging
She wants to keep up
No longer a ******

A beautiful mess
But no splendor to be found
Like three yellow roses
Crushed on the ground

I hurt
All over
There’s an aching in my chest
A pressure; a soreness like I’ve been smoking all night
I cannot breath
I’m exhausted
I’ve been in bed all day
I feel like I could sleep forever
I’ve lost my appetite
It feels like I haven’t eaten in days
I’m cold
An icy, persistent cold
I never feel this way
And I don’t like it
But don’t worry
I’m not depressed
I just have the flu