Apr 5
Said that you need me; think it's more like the obligatory thing for you to say
You've got so many best friends and
I can't keep up with them anyway
I'm a forver novice at tying shoelaces but I'm a pro at knotted them. If I go I won't be missed for too long,
I'm waiting to be saved by fate even though I wouldn't listen.
I wish the happiness lasted more than a span of a dance, as it tends to,
these days. I'll swing for as long as I'm breathing but I could never make it as a real fighter, new loves and substances
can only distract me for so long.
I'm no longer a teenager, haven't been for a long time and yet I still feel this change.
Stench of alcohol greets from his bones as he bids her good morning and they both act like his passe charade isn't made of glass that would be clearly see-through if it wasn't so stained.
Stained my bedding and my mattress waiting for you to come over,
I wanted to seem clean and overdid it-- now the whole room smells like dammed isopropanol-alcohol,
How funny is it to think we're still strangers at this point, it scares me to think how anyone can appear as another for a as long as they can; what can't I change in comparison to what I can?
Long as we get occasional smiles as we **** time, I'll take you how you take me.
Change things for the better whichever way you can.
2.
There's a knotted shoelace looped around and hanging from my curtain rail, I was going to hang myself on monday.
I don't know when I'll take it down. But I will.
I've gotten people worried trying to be as low key as I can but what can you do -- thank you so much for checking in, I appreciate it and I do all I can seeing someone else so bad
(Most of the time)
But you won't be there for me dangling
I was hoping a stranger found me
I can't believe I keep letting myself get so bad.
It's always good to make it to a point on a day where you can slap yourself in the face and revisit pieces and clippings of life still to draw a picture out of.
It's going to get that bad again and so much worse, that's okay
I've only got myself to suspect and blame.
3.
Can't get through what you don't outlast
Who'd I say that to recently who I'd say that you to? Think it might've been a dream where I spoke to you
OH well, the days on and I make do with my own wasted plans in ruin like staring medusa-guardian-angels, always at my side
You've got so many best friends and
I can't keep up with them anyway
I'm a forver novice at tying shoelaces but I'm a pro at knotted them. If I go I won't be missed for too long,
I'm waiting to be saved by fate even though I wouldn't listen.
I wish the happiness lasted more than a span of a dance, as it tends to,
these days. I'll swing for as long as I'm breathing but I could never make it as a real fighter, new loves and substances
can only distract me for so long.
I'm no longer a teenager, haven't been for a long time and yet I still feel this change.
Stench of alcohol greets from his bones as he bids her good morning and they both act like his passe charade isn't made of glass that would be clearly see-through if it wasn't so stained.
Stained my bedding and my mattress waiting for you to come over,
I wanted to seem clean and overdid it-- now the whole room smells like dammed isopropanol-alcohol,
How funny is it to think we're still strangers at this point, it scares me to think how anyone can appear as another for a as long as they can; what can't I change in comparison to what I can?
Long as we get occasional smiles as we **** time, I'll take you how you take me.
Change things for the better whichever way you can.
2.
There's a knotted shoelace looped around and hanging from my curtain rail, I was going to hang myself on monday.
I don't know when I'll take it down. But I will.
I've gotten people worried trying to be as low key as I can but what can you do -- thank you so much for checking in, I appreciate it and I do all I can seeing someone else so bad
(Most of the time)
But you won't be there for me dangling
I was hoping a stranger found me
I can't believe I keep letting myself get so bad.
It's always good to make it to a point on a day where you can slap yourself in the face and revisit pieces and clippings of life still to draw a picture out of.
It's going to get that bad again and so much worse, that's okay
I've only got myself to suspect and blame.
3.
Can't get through what you don't outlast
Who'd I say that to recently who I'd say that you to? Think it might've been a dream where I spoke to you
OH well, the days on and I make do with my own wasted plans in ruin like staring medusa-guardian-angels, always at my side
