sorry, you're wrong.
these are the causes of the mistakes that make wars.
we sweet-talk to pillows in the hope we'll open our eyes and you'll be sleeping underneath our fingertips.
"tellmetellmetellme."
can'ts and won'ts seem to walk hand in hand these days.
memories and moments we try to replace.
not that i think you'll hate me, because that's just not true -
but opening lips will break more than just rules.
one more cut and we'll fall apart through fingertips.
slip on lingerie and dance on pedestals in cages -
see but don't touch unless you're slipping monopoly money into waistbands.
everyone thinks smiles are free.
sorry honey, mine are paid for by the trash treasury -
saving them up for rainy days.
this is just my way.
fuck dying in your arms and kisses on blue lips.
i write my own fairytales.
heroines disfigured in fires. heroes paralysed after forgetting how to fly.
scribble out the truth and replace it with lies, or compromise.
collaboration is overrated, so whisper fantasies and cliches into ears and headphones
this is just how it goes.
hold my covers tight: be my day and night.
the moon to light my way.
show her she means more than ever to you today.
