happiness built on mud and sticks
most days i still crave your kiss
your lips;
oh your lips.

happiness fabricated out of good intention
most days i wonder how i got in this direction
good intentions;
without direction.

my new toy has left me too;
now all i do is think of the two of you;
mostly you.
always you.


(but I fucken hate you.)
and i kinda like him
maybe one day
you'll let me win