Philosophical on a scorching day
Write your thoughts, wasted away
Won't you share them with me?
To be what you want and not what you need
Maybe both
Maybe hope
Odd enough to be your number one?
The art of survival has left me undone

Alcohol isn't going to help me move on when my heart is begging you to change your mind
There is not enough ***** that could make me forget what it's like to wake up to your face
No amount of whiskey could wash the taste of you
And drinking beer...
Well drinking beer was all we ever did

It's your birthday and I cancelled the balloons
It's your birthday and I drank all your *****
It's your birthday and I'm sleeping in your shirt
It's your birthday and you're sleeping with her

One day someone is going to love me like you should have
And one day someone is going to cut you deeper than me
Then you'll know
That dealing with your kind can drive a person insane

I refuse to feel bad for something I didn't do
And I refuse to say that I wish the best for you
Even though I do
Because what kind of a boy gets hurt and then hurts you
One who's still in pain I assume

But that gives you no right
This isn't tennis
There's no hit for hit
Or *** for tat here
Defeating me won't defeat your past
All it did was break my heart

You're just another cigarette that burned out too soon
And I'm just another girl left in the shadow of the moon
Two months too little
Two months too soon
Two months showed me I was better off on the moon
For a lack of evidence
A lack of proof
Aren't these craters then better than you?
Because we forgive in order not to lose
Conversing in apologies and mere thank you's
Afraid of taking two steps back
But the longer you dance with the devil, the longer you remain in hell
Hypocrisy was your finest excuse

You're like a few hundred grains of salt
Make it a thousand
Stuck in my crevices
After a long day of you
Of your thoughts
Your brain
The way that your hands taste
Stuck in remains as I trudge home at the end of the day

She wears black jeans and doesn't believe in love
But all that changed when she fell into your world
Not wanting to stretch time
Or revisit your hold
Hunting the ghosts of anxiety
Burning
Igniting
Why do I keep on fighting?

A storm surge
A call
Raising clipped wings
Soon it will all fall down