I really want to commit.
It's so hard
You have such a beautiful mind
But it's so twisted
I know I can't trust you
And I know I can't make you better
I can't fix you
So I know I really should
Commit you.

I don't want you to be
A firework
You'd be beautiful
For only a second,
But I never want your love
To explode and never
Be seen again.

I don't want my love to make you drunk
I want you to feel tipsy
There's just something so
Alluring about a man being tipsy
Tipping over the line of
Finally opening up.

­                  constantly
                                    ­                                             you      dragging
  ­                                                                 ­            to                     me
                                                              ­               opposed              d
                                          ­                                 at as                          o
                                   ­                                      to be                             w
                                ­                                       supposed                         n. . .
The                                                            ­   I'm                                       
     only                                                      baselin­e
      reason I                                             to the
           thought                                     me back
                I loved                                to get
                       you                            order
                         was                       made in
                            because           my body
                                of the        response
                                   compensatory

Well I'm pretty gone
You always leave when I need you most
What a charming coincidence
It's not strange it's every time now
That I go out
I'll stay in and make sure that you get back safe

Holding on
You drag me down I can't stay afloat anymore
To a false-hope cherry right on top
Your lies weigh like rocks and pierce holes like knives
Of this sundae
*A bitter reminder of your true devotion

No matter what I write
It's BS
Sometimes it's a little better
When I wait to add the title
At the end.
That's what I'm doing now
And I am certain it is going to be...

There is never a time in
Which I feel more
Obsolete than when I
Am lying awake knowing
People are sleeping
Close by and I miss
The 11:11 wish.