bored as ****
so i bite my nails to the rim
and pretend that maybe you like it when you look at me

just wondering if maybe i could be the small gust of wind that blows through your hair one day when you're happy

i don't have any expectations for things to work out in my favor
i just hope that wherever i go,
life keeps me on my toes.
i hope it's at least exciting

she said i better get some sleep
but how could i choose rest
when climbing into your bed and running my hand through your hair
was an option

i can't think of anything to write,
all i can do is replay the moment you reached your arm over
to pull your fingers through my hair

you know me better than i know myself
you know how to pick me up and put me together

I don't want to cut myself tonight,
I don't want to see blood
I don't want to find a razor and swipe
I don't want to cut myself tonight

I want to take a lighter and burn myself
I want to feel something new and
see something bright
I want to press and click and scream
I want to burn myself tonight
I want you to see it

anger strikes like lightning but
thunder claps leave me confused