i hear her whisper, "all i want is to want nothing."
the room is dark and i'm pretty sure she thinks i'm asleep
she says, "it just don't make no sense. why can't it work out in my head?
why i can't be happy when there's definitely reasons i should be."

she says that i, for one, will not be held responsible for someone else, i gotta go





let's talk about how it felt on my shoulders as it came pouring out my ears
let's talk about the face of our love and how it might look with the addition of tattooed tears
let's talk about the torn up skin on my fingers right where it meets my fingernails
let's talk about what you call sliding carefully is seriously slipping out of control