I don't know what's more difficult:
watching you leave
or knowing that I told you to
and it’s nothing.
I don’t know whether to crumple it up and throw it away
or hold onto it until it gains some value.
I have come so far
making no progress at all.
my heart is a museum of you
and everyone here knows it
There’s always more to give,
I swear I always find it.
Wanna leave you alone
but I can never just “never mind” it.
Too much hope.
Too much love.
I give far too much of me.
Build you a home inside my eyes,
I’ll let you live there rent-free.
Take my hope.
Take my love.
I’ll surrender to it all.
Hang me by your string;
let me go.
Watch me fall.
they always want to love Someone Like Me
they list all the qualities I've already introduced to them
and beg the universe to deliver what's already arrived
they look for me in everyone
and come back and taunt me
every time they think they've come close
but they never do
and they always wait till I'm okay
till I forget how much I would've loved to be loved
and convince me to remember moments
in the way they've rewritten them
the least they could do is leave me alone
but they just never do
and I know that someday,
I'll be somebody's "someone like me"
but I only wish I could just lose all hope
cause each one hurts a little more
but I just never do.
I can write when I'm happy
I don’t need my demons around to let the words fall out,
but a little disappointment always helps.
So I guess
that’s all I keep you around for.
I always give everyone the best of me
and all they give me is whatever they have left