(of broken hearts)
I keep saying that I was alright.
But then everytime I met someone who liked me I
would feel ruined.
Like the tunnels of my throat
has your signal lost
and the anatomy of my heart a hot ****** mess.
Its mixing up the hush from my lungs into my veins
reminding
me of how I couldn't talk you down.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
(of broken hearts)
I keep saying that I was alright.
But then everytime I met someone who liked me I
would feel ruined.
Like the tunnels of my throat
has your signal lost
and the anatomy of my heart a hot ****** mess.
Its mixing up the hush from my lungs into my veins
reminding
me of how I couldn't talk you down.
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