sorry i made you walk
when i promised roses
and i'm sorry i talked
about things that were pointless
you don't make me nervous
you've only made me anxious
that i'll **** up if your eyes
turn silver when you melt
don't fall for me
i'll be your regret
i warned you a thousand times,
spelled it out for you on the fridge
that i am not right, a little too bruised.
but you just smiled and asked
for me to do the same to you.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 9:27 PM UTC
sorry i made you walk
when i promised roses
and i'm sorry i talked
about things that were pointless
you don't make me nervous
you've only made me anxious
that i'll **** up if your eyes
turn silver when you melt
don't fall for me
i'll be your regret
i warned you a thousand times,
spelled it out for you on the fridge
that i am not right, a little too bruised.
but you just smiled and asked
for me to do the same to you.
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