i’ve been thinking about how thin i can get
so then maybe you’ll take me with you
if i take up less space maybe you’ll find room for me in your life
if i close my mouth more and the room doesn’t fill with words we don’t mean
i won’t be able to hold you accountable for feelings you never had to begin with
maybe if i can squeeze into a double small you’ll find somewhere for me in your arms
you’ll find a place for me to drown in your thoughts
and you’ll think “wow she doesn’t take up much room at all”
maybe if my physical self wouldn’t drown on a sentence of "i’m sorry"
you’d find a place for me to go with you;
a place for me in you
and maybe just maybe there’d be a home for me
and maybe just ******* maybe i’d be enough
i’d have to stop searching for love where it doesn’t exist and you’d see that i only do the things i do
because more than anything i want you to love me too
more than anything i want you
i keep looking for something and i think i’m dying because this can’t be living
should i keep searching for some kind of meaning?