how can you say you like me,
when you never take the chance to get to know me.

we've been talking for ten months,
I bet you can't even tell me what my favourite colour is.
(yours is black.)

do you know that there is an entire world inside my head,
do you understand that I am barely conscious of reality?
I'm lost inside of this daydream, and I have been for quite some time.
why haven't you knocked? did you even look at the key I handed you?

I'm trying to explain to you that the world is spinning
that the flowers are growing an inch a minute,
and youre laying back on your bed, eyes closed,
laughing saying that the world is stable or you'd be spinning,
said that it's winter, flowers aren't even growing,
(the vines are strangling me. I'm screaming for help. but it's alright, it's alright. close your eyes and hide behind your cigarette smoke.)

you took out a cigarette and opened the window
because you knew that I don't like the smell of the smoke,
you placed a blanket over my shivering body
and I thought you were the sweetest thing,
I thought I was lucky,

but I wouldn't be struggling to breathe,
my bones wouldn't be shaking with the wind,
if it wasn't for you.

I may be lost in my own world,
but it seems so are you.
the only difference is I've tried to give you the key,
and you only seem to lock me out in the cold.

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don't run your hands all over my body
if you don't plan to run them over my heart.

don't tell me you enjoy my company
when you jump at any outing you're invited to
even while I'm in your arms.

don't tell me you find me interesting
when you cut off every chance I have of personal expression.
don't tell me you think I'm pretty
if you can only say it in pixels.
don't tell me you think I'm funny and smart
if you're only going to laugh at me when I'm being serious.

but most importantly,
don't kiss me goodbye on the forehead
if you're going to slam the door closed
before I even step down the stairs.

don't pretend to love me if you don't,
and I won't pretend that I don't feel like a stranger in your arms.

don't pretend to love me if you don't,
'cause I'm not going to pretend that I'm happy with 'us'
because I'm not.

I don't think this will last much longer.

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lately my life seems to be a picasso painting,
everything blue, but everything's beautiful,
my mind is a jumble of geometric shapes
that nobody seems to want to take the time to rearrange.
I'm playing a song on my acoustic guitar,
but nobody wants to hear me sing.

i'm painting pictures on arms with water-colours
because it's the only way I know how to express myself,
sometimes I think my mind is beautiful,
but it's so diluted and the colour is barely showing anymore.

i don't feel beautiful anymore.
I sketch the perfect feature,
and use oil pastels to create this 'dashing' smile,
but by the end of the night, it's all faded.

i don't feel beautiful anymore,
i've been wandering around art museums
staring at such complicated pieces,
and wishing I could be beautiful and complicated too.

I can spend my whole life reaching for stars
only to be disappointed to find palms full of nothing but air,

As I grew up I learned that stars will never
provide me with the fuel I need to fill my lungs,
only air can do that.

But I still catch myself reaching for stars.
I still catch myself reaching for him sometimes,
even though there's no point.

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if losing your mind is poetry,
my head deserves a ******* nobel peace prize.

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you're picture perfect,
and I'm working with negatives.

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