i stay awake all night and
through most of the daylight
i have been losing track of time
and i don't care
this is how i like it
i don't ever want to
feel too late again
i never want to look at the clock
when it says 11:12,
i want to stop hearing
"did you see that shooting star?"
when i missed it
i want to bury
every single "almost"
with every single suicide letter
that i just put away when i couldn't seem to
bleed enough
almost, almost
i could've been something
i don't want
to think about it

your intentions were always the color of those bloodshot
blue eyes
and i know baby,
i know you're sorry
you don't have to say it
almost like
it might've made me stop bleeding
this scarlet
and i used to hate
the ruby feeling in my chest,
this burning ache
this fire
but here lately when the sun goes down,
i start to like the way it hurts
when the sun leaves
i meet you in the night time i dont
think i've ever seen your eyes in the light
or maybe-
i guess maybe the moonlight
and those crimson eyes,
they shined
and i watched i couldnt look away i guess
maybe i sound like i havent been getting much
sleep- i havent
been listening to anyone lately
they tell me to just let it go, and for some
reason it just sounds like they're asking me to jump
right into your red wine lies