the night has and i for one have felt its bruises shards of words of a shattered
fallen down voice and there's still a hole where the phone was thrown and it's
the staircase growing as we speak and it's sucking us both in a vacuum of sorrow dinner's getting cold and you haven't touched a thing

a little bit closer i know you're not bashful there that's not so bad is it so what was that secret what did that prick whisper to you was it playful and flirty or degrading and dirty so what did he say to make you so god damn defiant so fucking triumphant?

we love you just the way you are the butterfly pinned to the page you're so naive but it comes off so cute we don't want to fix you

when you're selfless you're so hard not to adore
(and when you're selfish i just want you even more)

sweet baby don't cry your tears are only alibis you
only feel sorry for yourself and that's how you thrive
so write some sad song about me screaming your
agonies and playing the saint

cast down by an angel let the
she used to kiss his days expire
weeping eyes and ithey've
swear i tried to careoutnumbered you

hold me
sweetly
like those days we i've lost the will to fight
bled with love
a red so
deep we
sunk