So grab my arm I’m feeling weightless. I can’t keep holding my breath- I’ve got a few things to say. It took the best of me to try and write this but I kept drawing fire and it burned up the whole page.
Next thing I knew my room went up in flames. Knew it’d take an ocean to extinguish what my thoughts became. Took the best of me to even come to your place. I can’t keep holding my breath- I’ve got a few things to say.
Like how I wish you were the person that I met last May. Days and weeks kept changing, while you kept changing face. I guess it’s true what they say, “all the world’s a stage.” Yeah, you deserve an Emmy for the shit you put past me.
Just like every other time, I feel like I’m just lying on your front porch. Stepped over, disregarded- I may as well just be another floorboard.
I pinch your arm, make sure you’re still awake. We haven’t even reached the best part, stay with me. Went from everything I loved, to everything I hate. Don’t pretend we both don’t know you’ve just been fucking with me.
So grab my arm I’m feeling weightless, held my breath for so long I might just float away.
If you knew you would you even stop me? You know I keep my problems to myself. Is the truth too hard to swallow? Or does it go down like a glass of water? I can’t hold off forever but I’m not sure this will make things better for you or for me, for you or for me.