you say that you deserve this,
I tell you that you don't
and I tell you to talk to me
and it hurts that you won't

all I can say is sorry,
all I can do is try,
all I can do is hope
that I won't hear that goodbye

"everything's gonna be okay"
but you tell me, it will never
and now my words are trapped
inside my throat like a broken lever

please, let me help you
please, hear my words
please, try to remember the good
floating like boats & birds

I swore I'd be there whenever you would need me
and I try and I try, those words sprayed like graffiti
but it's not easy, I try to make it all better
but your heart stays shredded like cheese & cheddar

so tell me how to help,
tell me what to do,
I don't wanna see you sad
because I love you

and so tell me how to help,
tell me what to do,
show me the darkness,
I'll let the light shine through

sometimes, I part my lips to speak,
the words don't come out;
my lips begin to dry, slowly
as I breathe in air
there's something wrong with me
what do I do?
what is wrong with me?
I wish I could please people,
I wish people could please me,
and people come and go,
they can be amazing, rarely though
but for some reason I ruin it
I ruin everything
I am a cancer
I hate people
people hate me
I ruin everything
I hate everything
I hate me

I promise
that I will never leave you,
it'll be you before it's me,
I will never leave you
unless my spirit parts, just like the sea
and can't you see, that I'm wrong
and that you can easily do better
but if you left, I'd be cold
leaving me alone, without a sweater
you're my warmth, you make me happy
and I just hope I can to
trust me when I say I'm trying
and when I say that I love you
so can you stay, you're better than my prescription
just give me that daily dose, because surely you're my new addiction
and let me get my fix, as those words escape your lips
"do you really love me?" you say, and I say
I promise

Oh look, here we go again
Is this meeting with an enemy or just my boldest friend;
Well it depends since it seems I'm going insane
These painkillers are supposed to pain **** but there's now pain in my brain
and I'm vein and impulsive or am I just the other,
the only movement is clear, the blinds that shutter
as the harsh wind flows, it flows like a river
am I my own enemy
I'll just sit here and dither
because that meeting with a "friend"
was just me and the mirror
and I try to pretend
but I sit here cold and bitter
I wish my mind would flush,
but it's just stuck in the *******
so my thoughts just flow,
as I still sit as a fixture
they like to say picture perfect
but I'm just an imperfect picture

How do you manage this disadvantage of a weakness,
Bleakness is the skill but nobody wants to seek this
but they tell me nobodies perfect but I'm imperfectly strategic,
I might as well be quadriplegic to have to listen to this weak ****

well,
maybe I'm the problem now, they say what goes up must come down
but down goes the intelligence, along with the modesty
is this real life or a satirical comedy
and honestly, I don't wanna be a wanna be
I wanna see the lack of novelty affecting the life I see
but hey, maybe it's just me and my weakness is my psychology
maybe it's just me
well, maybe it's just **me

I'm jealous of my cold sweat,
I wish I could escape
but it's like I woke up from my dream,
and ended up in my fate
and you saved me like my knight and shining armor
farming my depression like some vegetables, making me a little calmer
and I honor, I acknowledge it, I use my love to fight the ****
sitting in reality, thinking about you rather than escaping it
and trust me I try, but it's harder when my motives seem reversed
but trust me baby, when I say you're the difference between me and a hearse
and of course you make me happy, I'm just sprouting with this envy
so send me the closure and save me from this hellish frenzy
let me be yours, and I'll let you be mine
just building patience to taste those lips,
sweeter than three sips of red wine,
you complete the circle, and you have the key
so I ask "do you mind"
I said you're the difference between me and a hearse, valentine