I like this side of my door, I like the lock on it.
How there's no key. Solid wood, pretty. I like the boxes I can stack against it full of the things I promised myself I'd never open again. The diseased words of people I thought I meant something to. They stick nicely with tape.
He said tonight's the night like any night, to lose it. I leaned my head against the concrete, staring at the castle I built infront of a door that should've been a window. Cause there's on one to play with. I make myself sick to my stomach thinking. I'd rather be puking from drinking. Where's your friends Madison, where's your friends. What were you thinking...