Risen sensibility when it came to living life Wiry tendencies to fall before a savior appears in the split second of your head coinciding with the concrete to catch you You live too fast, you cannot die
A case of immortality floating through the blue and black veins pumping blood to your weary heart Turbulent tremors beat the pallor right out of your personality Trying to turn back time and see who's fault lies within the deficiencies of your relationship
Could it have been the haughty reactions to every novel he wept at? Though inside he was deeply troubled by death and it's casualties in his life? Could it have been the musk that owned his scent, one you used to crave but now repulsed?
Pine needles spiked within your perfume drove him off the cliff And mood-congruent memory proves it's theories You are gravely broken inside your chest All you feel is anger for the boy that clipped the wings off of the butterflies that carried you And replaced them with ****** tears sewn together with cheating and dishonesty
Irritable noises clamor inside your ears Reverberating throughout your whole body Shaking, like an earthquake, involuntary Clangorous echoing of negativity is constant Unshakable, ineffable, suffocating
Your disheartened recollections resonating with your adverse quality of letting go Could it be, a silly girl like you fell for a manic depressive like him? Or did the silly boy fall for the manic depressive girl?
Mood-congruent memory, flowing back in streams of discontent and remorse Ambiguous reasonings and faulty evidence collide with your incoming tears He was not, the problem (You were)