those words i wrote, they sicken me now i want to bleed something sweeter, but i don't know how
smell my heart beneath the gauze i love you because i can't forget the "way we was"
i can't help but feel offended by the boys that you've befriended sick of the humiliation lived as an afterthought, a compilication
believe me when i say you made me, you saved me i don't know what i did to make you hate me it's misty clear that you never forgave me
searching for things that just aren't in me secret letters to secret lovers that'll never be dragged our fingers on a breath stained glass blew a kiss to dearies passed
obsessed and depressed undressed and repressed the only things that stay the same: our youth, our truth, our love, our flame
send me your smell to my house in hell a drop of your love, a wish to be well
your spit is my spit kept my wrists slit then: sad but true now: keeping me blue
know who you love at every age forgotten regrets on a salt water page
hard to hide, harder to care dry an eye with a handful of hair lost my love on a slippery slope your perfume pressed on an envelope