i don't want to make things awkward
but i am dead without you
i feel like a ghost
stumbling around in the dark
searching for your hand
the hands that once made me feel so safe
the hands that kept me warm
but it was your hands that did this to me
it was your hands that killed me
you can't be the ****** weapon
and the search party
you can't be the the car crash
and the emergency room
you can't be my drunk father
and the bed i go to hide under
i cut myself on the sharpest ******* parts of u
anyways
i loved you enough it destroyed me
and i am just the headstone you don't put flowers on anymore