And isn't it hard to love when your
dying on the floor...

I thought you said you'd never
stop this please stop this now...

I rock back and forth as the hole
in my chest starts to ache again...

I seem to hum
to make things casual...

If words could describe this thing
the way i feel when you pull this...

Knives between the shoulder blades
i've stabbed you in the back...

Please i know they may be hard to find
but bury me in my favorite colors...

Blows to the lungs hit fast and hard
we're a little busy on the present now...

My best friend
is a little rubber duck...

Death and Lies
Tears gone dry...

This is what makes me feel alright
makes me feel alive...

[[had to submit this again b.c it wouldn't let me...
Maybe I like the way your lips trembles...