Memories, memories.
Your face in my head,
Hand on my heart.
Memories.

You asked if I would kiss you,
but I told you no.
You kissed me instead.
I hadn't felt a thing until then.

Memories.
You laughing as a fool,
Smoking like fuel.
Your **** blue eyes,
Staring straight into my soul.

When your hand curved across my cheek,
or bent around my back.
The pain in your eyes when you said you weren't coming back.
Memories.

jesus, youre an *******,
i guess i need to understand
what compels such actions
or the contempt in your eyes?

what did i do wrong?
i cant handle these guessing games
tell me what you dont understand,
let me clarify things.

maybe you forgot,
i have blood on my hands
fault in my heart;
i am a victim but a survivor too.

baby, please listen to me

listen to me at 3 in the morning when im falling out of control
listen to me when its 9 at night and im begging you to stay just a bit longer
listen to me when i run away and call you with my last bit of change

my love, listen to me

listen when my anxiety spirals out of control
listen when my flashback tears me away
listen when there are too many people around me

baby, listen to me

listen when the razor is on my skin and the smoke is in my lungs
listen when i have no where to go and the pills are so nice
listen when i dont know where i am and i love that with a hateful passion

listen to me.

My craving for that cigarette bouncing in my hand
didn't match my need for a razor
My need for that open minded **** induced haze
doesn't match my blood cure for the pain
I've got a lot on my mind
maybe I need all three