we're at the same crossroad again and i'm just wondering when i can walk away from the choice you made my memories hung themselves staring up at the moon for too long remembering how you said we'd take the world by storm
my eyes have rusted over my tongue is rotting out of my body the stench of the past is overwhelming and the most beautiful songs become crippling melodies
so why did i deserve to feel my own eyes glaze over? the sound of my lungs collapsing still overtakes the laughter and i can only remember hearing "this wasn't your fault, love" but you and I both know you are and always will be a fucking liar.