you sound like broken glass
and your hands..
your hands,
are otherworldly creatures
roving over my flesh
like so much unclaimed land.

I smile, I hate you.
punched out cigarettes
lie smoldering in the ashtray
and I thought I could hear
the point of impact
in your hurried sentences.

I'm not worth the trouble,
I never wanted this anyways.
I just wanted to stand
at the edge of where the sea
meets the land and
taste the air in May.

I just wanted to know
what it
*felt like.

I took your number out of my phone
Just cant look at it anymore
These months pass by
And my heart is so sore

When your little, you rely on parents
To tuck you in and read you a story
All I needed was you, now it's apparent
That i was wrong

Everytime i see you with her
I think of all the good times we had
It's impossible to find someone new
When all think about is you

My heart is so sore
Like it's been trying so hard
To keep me alive
After you left me to die

If I could explain to you why it all went down
I could easily get you back

But you ignore me so much
It's hard to bare
My heart is so sore
And you don't even care

So I tuck my self in
I think it's gonna be a long night
Cuz I can't get you off my mind
I can tell you i was right

So goodnight to you, my love
I hope you know this is for you
Even though it will never leave this paper
So just remember, now my heart is in two..

You are my back up
Stick to the plan
No matter what
You are Wendy
and I'm Peter Pan
After I throw myself from the fifth story window
Of some ***** apartment in China town
Wait for the cops and tell them who I am
Tell them that I was trying to go home
To never never land
But I ran out of happy thoughts
Before I took to the air
And when they pull up my sleeves
Pointing at my track marks with a ball point pen
you tell them that was from shooting fairy dust
Straight to my brain
when they ask about my wallet
Any cash or car keys
Tell them their with captain Hook
he stole em' from me
When they ask where I am from
Say I'm a lost boy
And that's all
no mom and dad or sisters
Only John, Micheal, and teddy
Tell them I was best friends with the Indians
and the beautiful mermaids
And when they ask who you are
You're Wendy Darling
The girl who told stories
And kept my head full of dreams