the morning after I turned the shower on as hot as it would go I threw my shampoo bottle across the tub because it still wasn't hot enough to burn you out of me
but then again, I still can't decide if I want you gone or not
I'll get sick in the bathroom at school Because we haven't spoken in days And I'll buy the cigarettes I hate and you love Because that's what you always tasted like And I'll try to love myself like you did Because no one else can But I'll die before I tell you that I miss you
I’m so afraid that I’m going to spend the rest of my life Searching only to find Artificial second-hand versions Of that feeling you so violently Pounded into my chest