we don't care if you float or sink in the bathtub

Do you want me to beg you to take me back
Blues don't say goodbye
Red stings when it looks me in the eye
Do you want to see me crawl across the floor
I am in love
I guess I never fell out of it
Like a birds tall nest in a blizzard
I am broken, unstable, and wishing to be high
*******
I thought I was over this
I thought I was attracted to them now
Guess I'll beg the goddesses to let you sit next to me
In my sea of trees
You'd follow me into a valley
Amen for corruption
Maybe I'm just pretending to love the wrong girl
Without even realizing it

im sad im sad im sad im sad im sad
that's really the only thing i am
just heartbrokenly sad
i need to get over you
im mad im not content
im mad about so much i could cry
so i do and i did and i have and i will
i'll do this all of this again
for you

Emilee, her memory
The child within her television tv
The last standing immigrant of Chile
And a standstill on the blooming lilies
Flowers don't sprout in the withering hot
And babies are mourned when the cradle drops
Water is set free, along with the husbands
Someone, dear god, allow us to keep this bun in the oven

The doors seem to be open, the room seems to pour out onto the lovely maple floor the woman of the house killed her husband on.
Writing is like drawing, you give so much time only to try to improve what's barely adequate and hardly deserving.
Much like her husbands love and his curly hair, not to mention the tasteless affair.
You can say you quit, you can throw a fit, but spotlights rarely move from the limelight.
Much like the fame driven actress, your morals weren't put into practice and Jesus wasn't there to act tactus.
Pennies weren't on his eyes, even after his demise.
They would have been stolen, had they attracted that bitter, mourning actress.

Amy
The name rarely suits you
The voice merely chooses you
The body continues to move you
The choices begin to confuse you
The spectrum starts to lose you
Your gender seems to remove you

And who am I to love you?