i need a starting line so i can finish this
tell me where you end
and i begin
so i can map out the joins in our souls
and i can cut them off

emotional amputee,
the feel of your absence trips me up
but i'll learn to live without you
because i have to
and i'm stronger than this, than us

the stories i've spun━fantasy, make believe
trying to make myself believe
that there's a version of this hopeless chronicle
where the ending is happy

but we both know
i'm ******* chronic

pull the trigger.
i'll kick up the dust, a sprinting start
as if running away from problems
has a podium, has medals, prestige━
i could win the whole world
but never the spark in your eyes;
i'll never be rewarded by your lovesick smiles

so many sunsets i watched
trembling below the horizon
and wished the earth would **** me up the same,

the rush of blood in my veins,
louder than the speeding cars
drag racing through streets
and i thought to step out into the road and
let them rush me to other realms

where maybe
my fantasies
all of them, the happy endings
might be a reality