again.with.the.same.bullshit
the truth is
these bruises
they are
silent
give up ghosts
they tell you when you are little
love is all you need
but when you actually grow up
drugs if what you need
to escape the love, that you had to leave
giving up on you was the hardest choice
i ever had to make
kissing you
was something only for saints
i’m not here in this dusty shithole to tell you
it’s all your fault
i’m here to tell you that it’s not mine.
i would have settled my life for you
in bottles of lotion and sweet smelling rhymes
but it’s all lies lies lies now now now in life life life
i have conveyed this pain til we both grow weary
a thousand ideas becoming something
i give up, gave up, who gives A fuck.
