Since you've left,
mornings aren't as good,
and dreams aren't as sweet.

I'm fairly tolerant to pain,
but no blood-gushing wound
hurts this much.


The heart is already divided into four,
what's one split more?

I remember back when
I promised myself
I would never kiss anyone
who I did not think the world of.

Numb to every touch,
the fuse no longer lights.
I've plucked out every hair
to absolutely no avail.

So I'll light up
and set fire to my insides.
Words protected only by closed lips
get singed away as well.

The sirens lull me to sleep now.
It's almost an unsettling comfort to know
someone is suffering far worse than me.

and nothing could contain us.

She'd tame us for only a while,
until a breeze blew a gust of hot air.

A kiss on the forehead and a few drops of ethanol
would ignite an uncontrollable blaze.

Until you finally extinguished it,
we were too lightheaded from the heat.

Red lipped and soft spoken,
the world is kind to girls like me.
But we are dark eyed and dark minded
and our quiet mouths are burning.