i hope tomorrow i'll eat more than a cookie
chocolate chipping away at my pain
but i am so full.
full with tears and lost moments
trying to take back my heart
the way that you stole it
but how when i can't even move
my body to stand or my mind off of you
with you i would laugh at that stupid old cliché
"love is pain"
like with you it was impossible to hurt
**** impossible
i turned out to be an obstacle
tripping over myself
you i did not help
or at least i could not tell by the way
you threw me away
promises are like picked flowers
special while they last
with time wither until they crack
why do we give these dead gifts
thinking of you and your words
builds a fire in my chest
memories are its fuel
locked in an endless duel
with myself
do you need him or you don't
my currently reality says i do
i still wanna say 'i do'
to you.
but you wont have me to love and to hold
all the dreams you sold
i bought
they came beautifully wrapped
now i'm wrapped up in your memory
can't sleep
i need one Atarax, two or three
tempting to leave the bottle empty
turning over to your side of my bed
can't even turn on the television
without thinking of you beside me
currently besides myself
in the wake of your mistake
still loving you
still hating you
maybe tomorrow i'll have another cookie
or two