There's bottle caps with bite marks
In the back of my side drawer
I slip them in my pocket on the days I miss you more
You used me like a party trick to show off to your friends
And I would turn a blind eye cuz I liked the attention
You know me
Always holding on to things that I don't need
Taking stock of all the insults you would hide with grinning teeth
And as every day passes me by
I add things to my shelves
Every dirty look piled ceiling high I'm a hoarder of this hurt
And it hurts
It still hurts
And I still got that guitar pick
I think you know the one
You asked me to prom with it
The words still haven't smudged
4 years now and counting that I've kept it on my desk
One of the few nice things that helped me ignore the rest
You know me
Always holding on to things that I don't need
Taking stock of all the shallow cuts
That I cannot unbleed
And as everyday passes me by I add things to my shelves
Every pointed word piled ceiling high
I'm a hoarder of this hurt
Photos on my wall
Injustice stacked ten feet tall
I'm still holding on
Because who am I without this love
Endless letters never sent
A whole years of this torment
Strewn across the floor
Blocking an exit to the door
Out of this hurt
Do you still hurt?
No I'm hoarding both our hurt