Mood: Tired.
Song: The Cat's Pajamas - Iwrestledabearonce
Momma you are killing yourself
Momma what can I do?
And I'll be the one putting pins into my fingertips
Only to erase the memories
And to laugh when I think what my father did
Except, you know,
Not really.
I don't love you.
I'm just saying it to hear you say it back. ):
No relationship is a waste, I suppose,
But the time I spent staying up all those nights could've been used better,
Though ultimately when that was forcefully taken away, I realize it was what began the final downfall of us.
Haha.
Oh BCG, you're beautiful you know,
I want to talk to you,
and I miss you.
When I check on your myspace,
Your bulletins, your facebook,
My veins get icy cold.
I miss my mama.
But I don't want to tell you to your face,
I guess I'm just tired,
and weary but I'm almost addicted to your presence.
It's annoying almost,
That you run across my mind everyday for a while,
I wonder, truly wonder,
if we'll be best friends forever.
It seems to be quite undoubtedly a lie,
You seem to be doing fine,
and I know I do too,
are you wearing a facade too?
Have you been this entire time?
Take it off, I won't run or hide.
I think you're beautiful,
even though quite honestly everyone around us knows,
We're disgusting little beings and we'll never grow.
I feel bad when I say it,
But I guess I miss ERR too.
Though he definitely isn't good for me,
and you hate him.
And I wish I could hate,
or stop caring,
but I can't.
And as for that guy I like,
He's quite confusing,
Was figuring things out so hard?
Who knew I could've grown rusty.
I wish I was in a relationship, to be quite honest,
I function better, I act civilized,
I'm a normal ******** person.
Not slutting around, or shaking my tah-tahs, eh;
But that's gonna change,
I don't need one anyway.
and I'm going to stare at myself in the mirror,
and I'll dissect myself to the ******** cooore.
);
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