They say time flies when you’re having fun
But time with you seems to drag slowly
Like the second hand just doesn’t want to move
but I’m having the time of my life

You are like a rollercoaster
You leave me breathless
I’d wait forever to be with you
Believe me, I love you

But instead, I sit on this cold patch of pavement listening to tiny moving parts
Sulking on what I wished would’ve been


I’m happy for you
I really am

But I will never be happy without you

You see, mental health is a funny thing.
for some reason, people are afraid to talk about it.
You can ask me anytime about it
Its not something I notice constantly.
Its more of a brick in the bottom of my backpack that I call life.
You see, it constantly weighs on me
But by now, I’m used to it.

You see, I used to question why I constantly felt so hollow
But now, I just assume it’s the same thing as my brick


It’s funny, you see
I almost welcome them nowadays
Because whenever I feel happy or full,
I know it won’t last
Because my brick isn’t there
Or at least, I can’t feel it

Everyone has a brick, mine is just heavier than others

You didn’t deserve what you were given
Fading into a dark nothingness
You Couldn’t even whimper

They never cared
They never do
Plucked off the streets
You did nothing wrong
You were nothing but a test
For their grand feats


They gave you a one way ticket
“To the moon! They said
Your home was never meant to be the stars
Asphyxiating into a bleak oblivion

Sure winter is cold, but at least I feel something.
I’m tired of sitting here getting buried by snow, just to have it melted by false hope

It’s really coming down to the wire
I’m sick of continual sadness
But do you ever even tire
When all you do is fill me with madness

I am tired of getting stepped on every day
nobody notices me, I’m just another nothing
I’m so common, so forgettable
Its a good question really, what am I?

I’m left out in the cold
Im an afterthought to everyone
I’m tired of this, I’m tired of being here
Nobody would miss me if I wasn’t there

Would anyone notice?
someone would I know it
I hope so
I think
Would they?

I bought you a bottle of pink moscato
A present to celebrate the weekend
You said it’s my favorite I said yeah I thought so

I bought you a bottle of pink moscato
For us to share in the shower on every days dawn
Now on every days dawn I wake up in an empty bed in an empty room in an empty house  
I get out of bed and go to my fridge
It’s empty except for the bottle of pink moscato I bought you before you sat me down and laid out every flaw I have
and how I’m not good enough.
We shared one last glass that day and the bottle will wait chilled for the day you return

I’m  nothing but a ******* taking up valuable space and oxygen
You wake up in the morning, him lying next to you
You smile and think,  I could get used to this
While I’m over here, waking up cold and alone
Thinking, I hope I never get used to this
I hope I get over this

I spend nights alone, holed up in this hell hole
Reading Plath and Bukowski
Trying to find inspiration
To write and to live
I have my sad songs on repeat
I have no more heart to give

I think its finally time
To give up and say goodbye
So this is it, one last plea
From me to you,
Sincerely, goodbye

I grew up in the midwest
Listening to my favorite emo bands
Like American football and tiny moving parts
I tried showing you these bands, but you never gave me the time of day
Saying how one direction is better than anything I listen to


My parents say they’re worried
About how I handle my life
Mom, dad, I’m fine
You just don’t understand (that’s cliche)
How I feel
So ill just close my bedroom door
And put on “Your favorite weapon”
By brand new
For the fifth time that day

Ill destroy every picture of us
Except for the one we took together
At your parents backyard barbecue
We had a good time, but
you were flirting with the next door neighbor the entire time

SO PLEAASEEEE HAVE MERCY ON MEEEEEEEE

Not to be mean, but you should go
Not to be mean, but you should go
It hurts me as much as it hurts you,
But trust me, you should really, really go