i need a starting line so i can finish this tell me where you end and i begin so i can map out the joins in our souls and i can cut them off
emotional amputee, the feel of your absence trips me up but i'll learn to live without you because i have to and i'm stronger than this, than us
the stories i've spunβfantasy, make believe trying to make myself believe that there's a version of this hopeless chronicle where the ending is happy
but we both know i'm ******* chronic
pull the trigger. i'll kick up the dust, a sprinting start as if running away from problems has a podium, has medals, prestigeβ i could win the whole world but never the spark in your eyes; i'll never be rewarded by your lovesick smiles
so many sunsets i watched trembling below the horizon and wished the earth would **** me up the same,
the rush of blood in my veins, louder than the speeding cars drag racing through streets and i thought to step out into the road and let them rush me to other realms
where maybe my fantasies all of them, the happy endings might be a reality