you wake up with the room on your face. sheets stuck to your back. your pale sneeze is indication things are just not going so well. you come online for another spine in your back rest your eyes lay down stay down
you write your just a silly girl trying to figure out what makes you happy. not on my time. the pretty fuck with all her pretty lies. but im the one whos crazy
i woke up with a sick feeling. the whole day yesterday i called you . texted you. hoping you wernt ignoring me. then HAPPY MOTHERS DAY comes in from you.. and i realize. you are in fact a fucking asshole.
when you say how we dont need to be talking all the fucking time.. when the hate in your voice is so clear. with dial tones and busy phones. my heart hanging on dry line, sun setting dry birds pecking.
ive let you way to far in. sometimes im just dying to try and get you out.