good luck tryna hide the feelings you fight.
i know it's me that you wish you were holding at night.
i'm not the type that you can easily forget,
stuck in your head - fueling your regret.

act out your day like a scene - pretend you're having fun,
as if you're not dying on the inside from your hit & run.

you will look for me in every girl that you meet,
but in the end you will always feel incomplete
listing off all of those qualities they lack.
there will be a time in your life where you will want me back.

the way that you left me was an act of violence.
i can't wait for the day that i can **** you with my silence.

coming to terms with,
"not meant to be"
only produces misery,
as i sit here consumed by memories-
not ready to let you go.

distant or forgetful,
i guess it could be both,
yet finally hearing back from you
kicks in this newfound hope.
i exhaust this same routine,
day in and day out
as this distance,
in various ways,
only brings more and more doubt.

if giving up is the best thing for me to do,
how will i ever really know?
you keep pulling me in
as you weigh your options,
but can't bring yourself to let me go.

"distance makes the heart grow fonder"?
how exactly can that be?
when your mind and heart remain at war,
seems like the heart only grows anxiety.

When it takes this long
It's not just the buzz you're chasing

I never find those lines
That I'm supposed to stay away from
Rather do more lines
Than realize the ones I've crossed.

inner thighs
bedroom eyes
sleeping on a bed of lies.

bed of lies i've made for myself
but as you know, i've had some help.

i don't want the pity,
or a single explanation.
i want to live in a state
where my eyes won't see precipitation.