Battled it out Dropped anchors like sailors too tried to hang on To be continued in the morning Such an invitation to sleep I swear the sunlight hits
I died like a poet and sincerely wished to be blessed by the fate but was left alone to learn to live to love the likes of you Cause we fought like
I can see your smiling faces watching others check the time but that's ok cause I wouldn't have you see me this way I know it's not your style to care
Disappointment comes priority mail these days marked by the scent of a stamp a smell so familiar but mixed with the taste of your lips A hand written
I?d say I?m drunk enough to hate you now Or at least enough to take a little drive around the block Crashing through the windshield can?t be half as
I open up my mouth to speak you paint the picture of my tongue I choke until I bleed I open up my eyes to see you mask my face to see the tears I sob
A silhouette, framed in cold air makes her way out the front door screaming Eighteen degrees left in his room, a chill so sharp that cracks my eyes
