I wish that I would've fallen in love with someone who loved me as hopelessly as I loved you so I could have experienced what it's like to be someone's world in the palm of their hands so I could know what it's like to see someones world stop and not just feel it
In my imagination Without me, he couldn’t stand to be alive By my side hand in hand and if he dropped me, his world stops turning Yearning to keep me
Put me in your hands hold me as if i were the most fragile piece of your own soul I am the world I’ll keep you whole Don’t forget The world is in the palm of your hands Drop me and Your life turns to sand
On the clock The hands stand still As you drop me Against my will Only had you loved me as hopelessly as i loved you Maybe you’d understand my obsession You caused my depression
In my dreams You held me and told me I am more perfect than the moon Had you loved me in the slightest measure that i loved you I would not envy the sky because in his eyes I was the stars and the comets in which We wished for infinity lives
I wish I would have fallen in love with someone who loved me Til the world stops I want to be sky that you admired never take your eyes off
Jealous of the open sky The satin sunset we gazed into Was always prettier than me He held me in our satin sheets I prayed he saw the universe in my eyes Silence
He dropped me His world did not stop turning The ache in my heart It’s burning The hands on the clock Stand still at the time of my demise When my heart was shot I still visit the scene of the crime
i don't like to be upbeat time is killing i'm in the sheets i don't like to be awake time is wasting there goes the sun so, hello, moon you missed me? i've been missing you weighted words won't leave my lips even in whispers the absent voice goes missing then, unnoticed, when you make the ink run.
For gibs. Mouths and words again. You have a point.
when you’re going solely off of what feels right, it’s pretty easy to be swayed when you ate bad chicken or take a bubble bath or the streets look friendly but so does the underside of my comforter so you tell me how am i supposed to know?
These bed sheets were stained with my battered and bleeding heart, My dress torn. This bed of mine was my captor, I, it’s prisoner. I fell victim to the prying hands that kept wandering between my legs. It wasn’t love that brought us here, no. It was my quiet mouth, My clothes that fell apart between your fingers like wet sand and the screams I supposedly only muttered. My innocence had been ripped from me, Like a piece had physically broken off. My soul, My happiness, My trauma. You stole from me and it was priceless. I lost a many of things to me but my purity was my own.
I spend my nights in empty bed sheets swallowing the words words I want to say because it seems easier than admitting my fear that no one will ever suit me quite as well as you I dwell in all of our might've been's until I'm drunk on all of the things you'll never hear and my cheeks are stained with faded memories of you
I left you like a bad habit I couldn't stop biting my nails but I can go weeks without thinking of you there were days when your bedsheets were my home and I don't lay awake thinking of the way she's tangled in them but when he kissed me I looked to see if you were watching and for a moment I wondered if you wished you were him