Please don't miss me because we are a firework.
When we mix, it's toxic beauty.
We rain down a show of tender passion.
But the end result is always our own destruction.
Please don't miss me because I'm afraid of heights.

It seems like everything I touch, I destroy.
I touched your car, I broke the glove box.
I held your mom's favorite coffee cup and watched it shatter to the ground.
I never had a pair of headphones work for longer than a few weeks.
I scratched up your favorite CD.
The crack of your phone was by my doing.

*You let me hold your heart and since that day it's been in a thousand little pieces, and even the apologies won't heal the scratches.
Even your black coffee isn't strong enough to remove the taste from my lips.

My love for you was a fire but I only seemed to burn you.
My passion was the rain but I only seemed to drown you.
My pain was the ocean but you had a boat.
My loneliness was the tide but you kept sending me away.

Now I'm a hurricane.
But you aren't around.
Now I'm collapsing.
You found your way back home.
I'm nothing now.
You visited my grave.