i think we’re both ****** in the head
i just want to sleep in your bed
sometimes i see you at school
it makes it harder to picture myself dead
but i just hurt everyone i touch
so i’ll go to sleep instead
we all have to be alone sometimes
when you see me
do you picture yourself alive or dead?
does the empty space in your bed remind you of anybody?
you read books about romantic love being a delusion
and i write romantic poetry
the person you really love is dead i guess
so i’m you’re best bet.

i think we’re both ****** in the head
we’re both laying in my bed
the only empty space is in my mind
call me when you feel like swallowing glass
gave yrself hell
so loving me would hurt less
i’ll tell u the dark truth about love
i will never be the right person
you are alone.
these moments do not exist
i love you
but
i can’t make loving yourself hurt less.

i want to bury my body
under my bed
i sway my body to teen suicide
while you watch me laying on your couch
yr going to be late to work but
in this moment you love me
i’m yr manic pixie dream *****, baby
i let my crazy out with you.
but I’m not crazy to you.
it’s just love,
but that’s the same thing,
isn’t it?