If you've got a date with the devil
Dress to ****.

We always talked about watching the sunset,
Laying on the roof
Watching the lights of the city below us
As if they were stars forming constellations,
Pointing out people walking by
As if they were ants below our feet on the sidewalks,
Tracing each other scars
With the tips of my fingers
And your smooth, perfect lips.
But we never talked about the sunrise.
The moon doesn't stick around for the morning,
But neither did you.

You broke my walls down
And I let you.
But now my roof is crashing down too,
Because that was your escape route.

I watch the stars,
The moon,
Waiting for a shooting star,
Wishing the pain will go away.

No stars come,
I'm in deep pain,
Going to relief,
Yet no pain has been taken away.

Getting colds are the best,
It's when no one can tell if you're crying or not.

I can't handle you, girl,
as we go to town,
I can't
You're too much
Just too, too much for me
As I let out this breath all at once
in an exhalation of anxiety,
you ask if I'm okay
Yeah, girl,
I'm so much more than okay
I just wasn't prepared for this today