I drink a lot of coffee before i go to bed so that i can dream faster.
Feeling extra empty tonight
I want a lover I don’t have to love
I want a boy who’s so drunk he doesn’t talk
And where’s the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can’t seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you, but you
You write such pretty words
But life’s no storybook
Love’s an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
Then hurt me
The light hit your face very differently tonight.
I noticed because it left bruises.
A slight discoloration around your cheekbone.
I still remember the asphalt moving from 65 to 95,
a lifetime, right before my eyes.
White dashes forming into a single solid line.
Eyes blurring as the tears stream down my face
and I remember opening the door
greeted by the breeze of winter and the feeling of weightlessness.
I fell through the doorway and said hello to my brand new life.