i cut the black ribbon that connected our hearts
next day-
i see you here with a girl on your strong arm,
one of my best friends.
you traded whispers in my dads maserati
for chilling on her torn couch
it's ******
my veins are fried,
frontal lobe is hysteric
instead of crying myself to sleep,
i decide to put on a politician's smile
and swallow my robitussin pride
you tore my ribs open
inhaled my smoky lungs
so i take your weaknesses
and fashion them into insults-
nearly as painful as the ballpoint pen you shoved into my heart
i bet you're telling her the same **** you told me
ver.
ba.
tim.
copy paste
you can't recreate what we had
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:27 AM UTC
i cut the black ribbon that connected our hearts
next day-
i see you here with a girl on your strong arm,
one of my best friends.
you traded whispers in my dads maserati
for chilling on her torn couch
it's ******
my veins are fried,
frontal lobe is hysteric
instead of crying myself to sleep,
i decide to put on a politician's smile
and swallow my robitussin pride
you tore my ribs open
inhaled my smoky lungs
so i take your weaknesses
and fashion them into insults-
nearly as painful as the ballpoint pen you shoved into my heart
i bet you're telling her the same **** you told me
ver.
ba.
tim.
copy paste
you can't recreate what we had
