i love you
i miss you
im sorry baby this time
i wont go
i ring you on a two am call
im sorry
that when i cant see out my window is when i get emotional
sometimes i take a brisk walk outside in the winter and wonder what it feels like to be a plant
i wish i was a plant
you would carve flowers into a tree with a knife
i guess you never cared to give me real ones
either you really enjoyed the irony
or you knew that i ruin everything i touch
my tears were never gentle droplets you always backed away from them like they'd burn your skin
i have acid in my blood stream
im sorry baby
it gets darker in the winter
im sorry that when i can't see out my window is when i get emotional
my two am calls are starting to sound like ranson notes
i love you
i miss you
im sorry baby this time
i wont go
i tried to carve you flowers in trees but i ended up bleeding petals
im sorry that every time i try to be romantic i hurt
i have acid in my blood stream but are you sure there isn't any in yours too?
the second i thought i would get real flowers for christmas
you thought to have my heart for dinner instead
i love you
i miss you
im sorry baby this time
i wont go
everything i've ever let go of had claw marks in it