i was thinking back.
back to first times; worst times; those 'i-wish-i-could-forget-you' times.
you say you regret only what you haven't done -
but what if the only thing you haven't done is make good choices?
this is a downward spiral, baby. words and promises can't save me.
there's so much i want to say. sentences coated in honey - or maybe this is tar.
"tucking fibs into a cookie jar"
i can't tell you, because the only thing i deserve right now is to carry my skeletons on my back.
this is my world. and even i don't want to be a part of it.
want to hear a secret? i flinch when people move unexpectedly.
you know why. you just don't care.
shush, darling. we can just keep modelling our perfection on trainwrecks.
it's the only thing we do best.
