thank you (translation fuck you)
might as well be.
because there is no equivolent to how much i owe you
it is sometimes better to just not put words to it
"Happiness isn’t found between lips or sheets – its stored there for a little while.
You’re a package; cause someone is gonna someday rip you apart.
You’re a real star; cause they all burn out eventualyy.
Take these troubled thoughts and hit the sidewalks
Sorry is what you feel only when you cant feel anything else.
A placebo for whatever you weer supposed to feel but fucked up.
I swear the pharmacist must see me coming a mile away.
He picks up the phone like he always pretends to be too busy to fill/feel my prescription.
Lying under oath or lying under me; it’s the same thing anymore.
And whnever there is a bridge in your words you will lie your way across it
You should change your location to somewhere in “denile” since you are drowning in it
And I know as well as anyone else – just because all eyes are on you, doesn’t mean all ears are."
i refuse to acccept this as anything less than perfection.
the us part of must
i wont pretend this is anywhere near worthy of a single individual letter of yours.
Thank you for the boomerang, the concrete, the misery - things I can depend on
Because we both know you’re a hot mess without them/this
And Me with you > me without you
The feeling of someone putting a weight on your back and sand in your mouth
I can hear this big mess but I can do anything about it
i love you in a call me when you're home safe sort of way.
you're on the opposite side of the street
when the greyhound pulls up 10 minutes late (but so were you)
romance as in wilted flowers and stale chocolate
truehate as in earlymorning.traintracks.pennies.andcoal
because there is no equivolent to how much i owe you
it is sometimes better to just not put words to it
"Happiness isn’t found between lips or sheets – its stored there for a little while.
You’re a package; cause someone is gonna someday rip you apart.
You’re a real star; cause they all burn out eventualyy.
Take these troubled thoughts and hit the sidewalks
Sorry is what you feel only when you cant feel anything else.
A placebo for whatever you weer supposed to feel but fucked up.
I swear the pharmacist must see me coming a mile away.
He picks up the phone like he always pretends to be too busy to fill/feel my prescription.
Lying under oath or lying under me; it’s the same thing anymore.
And whnever there is a bridge in your words you will lie your way across it
You should change your location to somewhere in “denile” since you are drowning in it
And I know as well as anyone else – just because all eyes are on you, doesn’t mean all ears are."
i refuse to acccept this as anything less than perfection.
the us part of must
i wont pretend this is anywhere near worthy of a single individual letter of yours.
Thank you for the boomerang, the concrete, the misery - things I can depend on
Because we both know you’re a hot mess without them/this
And Me with you > me without you
The feeling of someone putting a weight on your back and sand in your mouth
I can hear this big mess but I can do anything about it
i love you in a call me when you're home safe sort of way.
you're on the opposite side of the street
when the greyhound pulls up 10 minutes late (but so were you)
romance as in wilted flowers and stale chocolate
truehate as in earlymorning.traintracks.pennies.andcoal

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