Maybe begging you to stay was the reason
it was 5:30 a.m. and you told me I wasn't the one
and all of these poems are ******** and have nothing to do with anything that is going on in my head
but three months ago I tried to **** myself and you wouldn't answer your phone.
when you saw me the next night you told me everyone has bad days.
With beer in hand and stagger to your walk I believed you
Cause you were right,
everyone has bad days, I would never deny anyone of that
even my bad days are better than others
I have never had my stomach pumped,
I have never drank till I have passed out
I have never been in a car accident
but I have tasted the cold bitter remnants of what love was supposed to be after swallowing one too many pills
I have opened my skin in the attempt rid my blood of you
I have stained sheet after sheet with what I thought beautiful was,
still all I can hear is you preaching that it's just another bad day
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Maybe begging you to stay was the reason
it was 5:30 a.m. and you told me I wasn't the one
and all of these poems are ******** and have nothing to do with anything that is going on in my head
but three months ago I tried to **** myself and you wouldn't answer your phone.
when you saw me the next night you told me everyone has bad days.
With beer in hand and stagger to your walk I believed you
Cause you were right,
everyone has bad days, I would never deny anyone of that
even my bad days are better than others
I have never had my stomach pumped,
I have never drank till I have passed out
I have never been in a car accident
but I have tasted the cold bitter remnants of what love was supposed to be after swallowing one too many pills
I have opened my skin in the attempt rid my blood of you
I have stained sheet after sheet with what I thought beautiful was,
still all I can hear is you preaching that it's just another bad day
