Yeah Boy and Doll Face.

You always gave me the sincerest reassurances. Now all I'm left with is the duty of picking up the pieces from where they fell. "If you jump, I'll jump too." Where were you the day I stepped off that ledge? You make me wonder sometimes. You said I'm the only one you never want to lose, but then I imagine you laying in my bed with her at your side. Your petty lies have never phased me until now. I feel like I'm so far away, even when I'm close enough to touch your face. I wish you could have seen reality through those beautiful eyes of yours. But you always relied on your daydreams way too much for comfort. After all the empty words, you would think I would have wanted to give up. You were always so good at making me stay. I was the one accessory every guy wish they had, and every girl would kill to replace. Apathy takes practice and I always thought I had it, but it slipped through my fingers at the worst possible time. My hand is gripping the pen, waiting for these words to carry me away. Nothing is happening. I guess that's what I get for neglecting reality for all those years. I'm chasing time to try and find clarity. I'm still trying to find a beat to your heart. It seems like the less you know me the more you want. I guess you could try and justify yourself between the sheets. This just proves my theory that you're just an empty shell with nothing but natural instinct left. Your points have always been proven with the first word you spoke because I was never smart enough to challenge you. So you take care of you and I'll take care of me. Because I'm still looking for a safe way out and it appears like there isn't one. No matter which way I turn one of my walls will get shattered and that is the last thing I need. If one more secret slips through my lips it'll be the end of me. It'll be the end of you. I'm starting to realize that I'm the one thing that keeps you from dying. You're the one thing I always loved, but I could never stand how much I hated you. There's a solution to this fix that we've gotten ourselves into, so lets take one last shot at each other than set fire to the evidence. There's blood on all the mirrors and the walls are black from all the smoke. I guess the kerosene can do a better job of erasing my memory than I can.