the night time painted circles on your eyes the ones that scream that nothing is alright and you promised me we'd get some sleep if you came inside but you're too scared to fall asleep tonight
no i'm not here to judge what i think love is for i've made mistakes before you said, "i'm not perfect i think i'm quite the opposite i'm nothing to adore" i said perfection is opinion and nothing more
and you lied there with what confidence remained and i can't hear what you say but i do know this you bruised your hips on his bed frame now i don't want to live to see the day