Little ticking time bombs
burning in my chest...

"why are you still doing this?"
how long do i have to yell...

She sits in a chair by her window,
this would be great if she had a view...

She'd rather fix her makeup
than her broken heart inside...

Yes, you say it's all yours,
a little knife held by your heart...

Seems too cold to be warm August,
too many migraines littering this path...

Tonight, this night, is glowing.
Can you touch it, taste it, dear...

Oh, tragic comedies,
over before they can start...

Ideas slip between simple fingers.
Slamming to the ground, shattering into a million...

Train tracks,
train wreck...

In the pallid green of sunset
was a little fairy lost...

I know that we're all trying,
but what if I can't keep trying this damn hard...