I broke my promise, and you know why
I can't sit here, just wanting to die
I just needed, a moment of release
just one moment, to be at peace.
I broke my promise, my promise to you
but I don't care, because neither do you.

It's back again, that terrible urge to slice myself open and observe
What would pool at the surface and drip from my arms-
Crimson pools spilling from my lifelines pipelines.
And it comes when I'm alone, at nighttime.
Then it appears when I think about what I did last year.
And it comes when you're gone, but mostly when you're here.

Charming, really, the thought of pain-
At least for me, at least today.
And it's true I can't tout any physical gain
Except a visualization of perceived pain and strife.
So now please, tell me, how you would clear your head
If you felt like you'd lived most of your life
Already dead?

In spring we held hands  .  .  .
Now cold fingers for pockets,                                                                  
  .  .  .  Winter never leaves.

Don't even bother squatting above the seat.
In the water lives ***** that can jump ten feet.

I'm so in love, I feel it in every world I know.

Yesterday he asked permission to kiss her.
"When pigs fly!" she said, with a laugh and a scoff.
Today he marched in holding a pig with wings
Duct-taped on (so they wouldn't fall off).

He tossed it in the air, I swear it did fly
I know because I saw him kiss her goodbye.