it’s so romantic
thinking about wasting time
just because i love being with myself
this score of music
makes me dizzy
overcome by the smell on your clothes
you roll up your sleeves
and i love you unconditionally
imagine how much stronger i could love you
if i loved me
too

it's a battle between
the painting and the profit
and we're all looking for
a little change.

i do it all for the noise
that it causes
treat it like a
kick it like a
habit
my beauty sounds like a yawn
i'll put us in story mode next time
so maybe we can finally dance like we mean it
falling asleep to the thought
of travelling back in time and
meeting a beautiful face
that i don't love nearly as much
as i love yours
i'll wade through my sad memories
and you'll comb through yours
and we'll know we could have done things
so much differently
but that would mean we wouldn't be here
sitting cross-legged on the living room floor
fingers twisted and hearts broken
fixing a world
that never wanted to be fixed.

we rise from the wreckage
and i love you just enough
to know that you love me too.

i’m sure my shoes will slide off my feet
without the velvet straps
and the wind will slip in
through the knits in my sleeves
and my lipstick will end up
on my chin
and my mouth will go numb
craving a new taste
but this anger that i’m harboring
is fruitless and useless
i just like it
so **** much.