You’re forcing my hand, forcing the lungs to constrict,
What will you do
with the bits of love I’ve left to you?
I don’t trust you anymore
“Nothing is wrong”,
Let it be known
I’ve just had a bad week,
Though that’s naive.
A crooked dream
I like to think
about.
I know I’m surrounded.
Blood red hair you dye to stay pretty,
Like the blood drawing sharks in calm waters.
— I guess I deserve it.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
You’re forcing my hand, forcing the lungs to constrict,
What will you do
with the bits of love I’ve left to you?
I don’t trust you anymore
“Nothing is wrong”,
Let it be known
I’ve just had a bad week,
Though that’s naive.
A crooked dream
I like to think
about.
I know I’m surrounded.
Blood red hair you dye to stay pretty,
Like the blood drawing sharks in calm waters.
— I guess I deserve it.
