i know a boy,
     who loves a girl,
          who loves his best friend.

he tells me, "i want to know nothing but her lips."
i say, "take my nothing, i want your something."
he asks me why i want his something
because his something is loving someone
who isn't sleeping in his bed
and there is nothing more painful
than watching her kiss another pair of lips

but what he doesn't understand is that i want his something
because having something that hurts
is better than having nothing at all

all he has is love,
and i don't even think i remember how to love anymore.

there are nights
when i stare up at the open sky
and wonder if there's anything left for me
because i buried alive everyone who tried to love me

there are nights
when the darkness tries to swallow me
and i have to rip up my skin to keep it away from me
because my blood is the only thing that reminds it i'm still breathing

there are nights
     when i look at the boy,
          who loves the girl,
               who loves his best friend

and i realise
he's just as empty as i am