iβm staying in tonight. i wonβt stop you from leaving.
i know that iβm not what you wanted, am i?
itβs not worth the effort to lie.
you donβt have to remind me so much how i disappoint you.
i think if i ruin this that i know i can live with it.
maybe the emptiness is just a lesson in canvases.
maybe itβs all gonna turn out alright. i know that itβs not, but i have to believe that it is.
i canβt tell the difference when iβm all alone.
is it real or a dream? which is worse?
when i turn out the lights, thereβs no one left between myself and me.
i know you donβt understand, because you donβt believe what you canβt see.
when you watch me throwing punches at the devil, it just looks like iβm fighting with me.
thereβs a comfort in failure.
i know you were trying to help but youβre only making it worse.
you canβt even imagine how badly it hurts.
even you couldnβt manage to pull the fuse from the back of my head.
when you tell me you loved me, i wanted so bad to believe it.
tell me you love me. tell me you loved me.
nobodyβs worried about me.
i shouldnβt have built a house in the middle of your chest.
youβre everything i want and iβm all you dread.
the harder i swim, the faster i sink.
my heart is gonna eat itself.
itβs just me, the vacant and nobody else.
i know whatβs in my cannibal chest.
do i turn into light if i burn alive?
whatβs it like to be empty, full of only echoes?
i could have sworn the sirens were the holy ghost just speaking in morse code.
if i scream a little louder i know you would have heard it.
if i could do what i want, i would become an electrician. iβd climb inside my ears and rearrange the wires in my brain.
a different me would be inhabiting this body.
i was just wondering if thereβs any way that you made a mistake.
if it makes me feel better, how bad could it be?
iβm not fooled when you tell me youβre glad i came.
am i honest or just a hypocrite?
there is nowhere i can hide from your humiliating grace.
i didnβt see the point in trying to save myself.
damn it, we are gonna figure something out if it takes me all night.
as long as youβre not tired yet of talking, it helps to make it hurt less.
when is it too many times to tell you that i think of you every night?
i could be cruel. i could make you hate me.
itβs not that i think iβm good. i know that iβm evil.
i swear to god, i think iβm gonna die.
iβm conducting an experiment on how it feels to die.
try to stay calm, because nobody knows the violent partner you carry around.
i take it all back. i changed my mind.