Jul 10
i still don't know who you are
i only know that i'm still lonely
that morbid sort where even company can't cure me
and the more you reassure, the less i trust
but still you gave me your heart
i only gave you my body
honestly thought nobody'd want it, let alone notice it's gone,
and so i left it home, but now
now, now, now
i keep a locket with a picture on the back of my hand
oh, monkey-wrench my sideview mirrors, ghost my friends
i've lived more lives than enough, i haven't died quite as much
but i'm not a real person, just the shit you can't make up
