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(Who's loyal now? Who stuck around? Who still has the oldest of words in their mouth? Wrought in between, you know who I am. But, gee you're exposed with hardly the upper hand. They had me jeopardizing everything. You have cost me everything and so much more. It's a ruse, all the images have been removed. They took nothing from me. Well, it's just not true. It's the final punch to a swollen mouth. It's not hard to take all the good lines out.)
Mthrfckrs wanna get with me. Lay with me. Love with me. allll right.
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| is it too much to ask for no strings attached? i hate this manipulation game. my strings are getting tangled in the facts. and her strings are twisted around my neck. we're suffocating on the shelf. dust collecting on the shelf. i see the scissors and i reach without moving. i can't move. all i can do. is wait.
you've always walked blindly through the halls. i never understood why you never turn the lights on. i keep hoping that maybe you'll walk by and see this disarrangement. and cut us free. but you're too stubborn to open your eyes.
so i'll reside here. wishing on the shelf, to be real. heart beating. lungs breathing. so i can cut myself from this mess and walk away, no strings attached.
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| it's crucial..
i'm critical..
and much like her. as expected. sleep isn't the same anymore. the hour lost is another thought unresolved.
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