1) Your heart is so entwined into mine that I'm not sure if it hurts you or me when I pry it out with a crowbar and leave it on your windshield.
2) You're letting boys ****** you sweaty in your backseat and I just want anyone to write about me the way all my blank pages scream about you.
3) I've always been one to root for the underdog and baby we're a million to one shot.
4) You're the Dragon and the Damsel and I'm not sure what to do.
5) You're the draft I've been writing on for months. Art is never finished.
6) I'm wicked and I'm proud, just like every fallen angel.
7) That's not a light at the end of the tunnel. It's your eyes and I think I always knew it was.
8) There is no salvation. There is no damnation. There's only you.
9) And I'm sitting outside the Pearly Gates, cigarette perched in my lips like a crow.
10) Or maybe I'm sitting on the bank of the river Styx, I'm not much of a cartographer and Dante doesn't have time for fools like me.
11) My poetry is a lip-synched prayer and my goddess has turned a deaf ear to them.
12) I was replaced by we and me by us and you wonder why I don't know who I am when you're gone.
12b) You wonder why we don't know who we are when you're gone.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
1) Your heart is so entwined into mine that I'm not sure if it hurts you or me when I pry it out with a crowbar and leave it on your windshield.
2) You're letting boys ****** you sweaty in your backseat and I just want anyone to write about me the way all my blank pages scream about you.
3) I've always been one to root for the underdog and baby we're a million to one shot.
4) You're the Dragon and the Damsel and I'm not sure what to do.
5) You're the draft I've been writing on for months. Art is never finished.
6) I'm wicked and I'm proud, just like every fallen angel.
7) That's not a light at the end of the tunnel. It's your eyes and I think I always knew it was.
8) There is no salvation. There is no damnation. There's only you.
9) And I'm sitting outside the Pearly Gates, cigarette perched in my lips like a crow.
10) Or maybe I'm sitting on the bank of the river Styx, I'm not much of a cartographer and Dante doesn't have time for fools like me.
11) My poetry is a lip-synched prayer and my goddess has turned a deaf ear to them.
12) I was replaced by we and me by us and you wonder why I don't know who I am when you're gone.
12b) You wonder why we don't know who we are when you're gone.
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