"Tired & rusted Lover, I want to know if you really are here not an empty thought gone wrong caused by the luke warm white wine that you aren't the ringing in my ears
That when I close my eyes {you open yours} that when I rest my head & you sit there waiting {quiet} when I open mine you're gone
I hate the lucidity, I never wanted to have any recollection of you that false had before, it's hard to forget someone you have so much to reminisce with
Are you the best mistake I've given birth to? Or the Lion's Den the Liars Shelter I'll plant my life into?"
Smother me, tell me I'm the Hell-born child of scenery
The bitter taste, in-between the sheets
Selfish
Deem me blind to love, dig me a shallow grave
Cause all I know now is that we speak braille
Burn me, kiss me, tell me, You're real
You're my safe place, a narrow minded waste
But I long for your touch, I'll hope it's lucid tonight
I know I'll drink too much, notice me, ignore me
The distorted rustle of leaves & scented candles flickering
Eerie history of your dreams, start nauseating me
I loathe your charming design
I adore your repulsive repine
I hate the way you smile when your still high
I'd rather forget you, but I've built a better life
I'm happier asleep, but I'd rather just die
So help me make a tea, out of Herbal Leaves & Bleach
I'll drink it on the count of 3 & we'll spend our eternity
As whispering silhouettes with messed up histories
We'll end my sleep routine, forever you'll keep me
Your messed up world still thrills me & I know why
I tried to live awake, but it'd be better when I die
So help me make a tea out of Herbal Leaves & Bleach
Re-write our histories, & I'll still hate your smile
Your messed up life still thrills me & i know why