So long Let’s call it a good night I’m gonna miss you, babe And I know That after all this time The faint memories from wine You are divine And it’s all you’ll ever be Or so the fragments that make me speak
I need you Even if it kills me Maybe I’m drunk Or I’m here going crazy It’s all about you It’s all about me I need you in my lungs Even if it kills me I’ll die young If it means A life at your side
I don’t wanna lie I’m blind, you’re divine I see your face in the wine I’m wasting your time Trying to get to the bottom of the glass Call it crass, or a little bit brash It’s all for restoring that picture of you Standing by me Sitting atop the shelf or tv I can’t get you out of my mind No matter how much I know All this is just a bind And I’ll never leave Even when you abandon me Nights on the town Just a little too loud While I wait for you Dead on my knees To open the door And set me free Falling back in the groove It was all never smooth Just bickering between bouts of “love” Or whatever you put Between your hand and the glove
I’ll wait here Through the rivers of ***** Waiting for you Is all I can do What’s there to lose With another chance Another dance like this To keep it this way Stay with me Hear this plea Because it’s all I can give you any more
I grasp onto the gasps and awe of some stranger I do it all reckless, and so unafraid by this danger I tango with the early hours and my own ***** mind I beg for more from the phone screen I hide behind I play with these loose holds and these unattached strings I play with their pleasure, revel in the way they moan and sing I validate my own worth through this self I display I almost don't recognize the person on my mirror today
I spiral down a dark and never-ending abyss of grappling with addiction after addiction, vice after vice
There’s nothing worse than a girl desperate for love:
A girl that pities herself enough to think she is so intrinsically broken she couldn’t even connect with someone biologically destined to love her; A girl ****** enough to learn that love is a reward that she must earn, yet frantic enough to always work too hard for it; A girl that overcompensates. Begs. Forces. A girl that claims she ‘Doesn’t know what to do with love’ when it comes along, so that, naturally, she can smother it; A girl who’s biggest fear is abandonment, yet is an expert on expecting too much; A girl that’s waiting to be saved, but would tell you she doesn’t deserve it; A girl that still obsesses over ways she has been bruised when surrounded by people that have helped her heal; A girl who’s self involved, with no sense of self; A girl that cries. And cries. And cries.
There’s nothing worse than a girl desperate for love.
I was offended when you accused me of being desperate but I guess it was true I wouldn't have come to you if I wasn't so desperate to have a comforting soul to have someone's arms tightly wrapped around me not letting me fall into pieces so yes I was desperate enough to look for a shelter for my aching heart and homeless soul.
The first time I walked through the door of a group of people. I sat there feeling. Alone not included. Not one came over to ask me if they could help me. Or just took a moment to say hello not seen you here before . can I get you something Pehaps a cuppa Would make you feel welcomed into strange environment. Only you know theses desperate times of being alone at home. Different type of aloneness amongst strangers.