Last night you had that dream again, the one where you try and run from your fears but you can't because you're wearing fabulous stilettos.
If i were the boss of you i'd make you get out of my head for good, but i'm not so when this ship sinks i'll have the comfort of knowing i wasn't in charge.
I don't want to write a song, i want to write a will in which you get nothing from me.
All i am is a kid in my mothers closet looking for an excuse to say "this doesn't hurt, at least not anymore".
Then hatred, the kind of hatred that makes a father call his own son a faggot.
I wish you were dead.
There was a light in my closet, i could have sworn the sun was rising.
There was a light in my chest.
Don't leave me, noah.
We had a promise.
You told me the universe could help me if i just let it.
I told you i made a map of our old house leading to the X on my stomach, when you cut me open you'll find a note that says, "this is where i hurt".
I found a new way to talk to god.
You told me i was brutally murdered in a past life.
Why did you say it like that?
I haven't felt the same since.
If i were the sun i'd shine my light on you and leave the people that hurt you cold.
If you were a girl you'd be a whore who likes to suck dick.
When i was 15 i overheard my teacher talking to a girl privately about raising her grade in history, i bet she was a pretty girl.
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