I’m not easy to love Don’t expect me to be I’ve got bruises and baggage And boundaries And I might make you yell Or I might make you smile But if there’s one thing I’ll make: I’ll make it worthwhile.
a thousand barren daisy heads are strewn across the floor each more gruesomely dismembered than the one before and so i sit and so i cry and so i watch them rot. not e'en a thousand daisy heads know why you loved me not.