Nights And brain cells Wasted. Twisting and turning Down roads I know won't lead me home.
Why can't you hate me openly? That would help me internally.
Easier to be the bad guy Than the beloved, But worse to be the abandoned Than the forgotten.
How many nights Did I pour myself into oblivion?
Shot after shot, Burning my half-lived Half-lifes In this radioactive wasteland.
How beautiful, A glowing, broken heart Always ready for fission And you so safe Behind that picket fence With Mr. Right.
I'm older now, and getting older quicker And yet, I still lapse into the days of Late nights and burnt pancakes, Love songs and flea markets, Ferry rides and indigo sunsets, Whistling wind and your lovely lips.
I've been stranded on this island so long. I hope you've been getting my messages. I hope somehow the abyss has a voice for me and that you can hear it and be broken too.