I have an urge to let tears soak into my face
I have this strange feeling
Within my weak bones
I'm loved, but somehow
The world pushes against me
I'll fall asleep early,        Forget You.

I have an urge to throw up, post-dinner face
Alone, not a bathroom
Your Hollywood ransom

My connection to the world below
Is less than slightly sufficient

Oh, the things I would do not to feel!

The lengths I would go to release
The weight on my heels
Unveil your pretty glow . . .

it's unhealthy to write
to write, then I'll know
look into my eyes, or past them
I won't notice your distraction
call me with another girl in bed
call me from her room where you lay
I'll act oblivious, it's obvious
and all my trust that is betrayed
believe me when I tell you I'm over
          When I Say It's In The Past
it's past, I'm over
but to write, and to know when you're sober
... am I?
the clock says it's early
but I think I'll sleep away
a room over, this apology is pretend
I love you and I need to come home.
I'm loving the camera, obsessed with a phone
          Chained To A Memory
******* to a bad dream
I'll leave them all behind
for one more second with you

can we stay while I articulate
and sleep under the sun
a brand new house to start again
ashamed and full of dread
I'm counting down the days

wishing my life away

you've abandoned your brain for a good time

too sweet for me
you're the ache in my teeth

I always seem to go back to the same songs
I always fall asleep in someone else's bed
tell me something of substance
to make up for this meaning-stripped world