Bruised forearms
and blood stained shirts
was never quite worth the price

You meet these beautiful people
at times where everything seems so wrong
and these people seem to have it all figured out
they put all of your what if's at ease

All I've been hoping for
is to be more
than just an other flower
left to die
shrivelled up between
the pages of your coffee stained notebook

Don't go and act as if I had purposely rained on your beautiful day,
because if I really had done it on purpose,
I wouldn't have gone with rain,
I would have gone with a thunder storm,
while you slept peacefully at night,
so that you'd wake up violently at 3 a.m,
without being able to fall back asleep,
because I know there's nothing you hate more than laying there wide awake,
restlessly thinking of me

This on going misery needs to end one day right?

I knew you were the type of book I'd never be able to put down
I knew it was going to end eventually
but I was hoping that you'd give me one last try
and maybe just maybe it could have ended differently

Red wine tastes like heartache,
bacardi tastes like my parents' liquor cabinet,
and ***** reminds me of you simply because your lips used to always taste of it