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I’ve been gone a while
I guess I missed getting red numbers over an envelope. Ask me things to distract a crooked man with a crooked heart
I can’t walk you down that road again, unless we’re going to walk together
every time i come back here i find a piece of myself i lost and never wanted to find
Here nor There
And still, you’re an open-ended question with no reply.
My words would hang in the air if they weren’t flat on the screen.
I can’t keep pretending I don’t miss you, and even after I tore myself open
Hoping you’d come in
I still have the scars to prove that time can’t erase you from me
I know you well enough to love or to hate you
so stop making me wish it was the latter
confessions of a nearly dead csv mills50 march 2015, orlando, fl
I’m tired of finding songs that have pieces of you in them.
I been laughing at this all day
A Message
Let’s play "Have you ever?". You ask me and I have to answer you, yes or no.
In My Head, Out of My Mind
so I was wishing that you That you would stop pretending Remember all those countless nights When I told you I loved you And to never forget it Oh just forget it
I cut me open, but you did all the pouring out
I’m done wasting pretty words on ugly people
Open bottles of beer, but never champagne
but what hurts even more is knowing I’m no good
It hurts to know that I had to take myself out of the equation for your own good