the words

(i’m sorry i ever loved you)

i thought i heard you in my sleep

and i could swear you said you were sorry from the corner of my dream

and confrontation won’t assuage it

i’m giving my all for your expectations

and you know my heart’s still slowing

and the hurt:

i guess that’s growing

going home but you’ve never felt more alone, right?

[why?]

don’t you know?

you don’t have to take a shot in the dark

so in love, i just hope you don’t cut me off

seasons passing in exchange for the money and the fame

you don’t have to play the game

you can stop and contemplate:

21 and still the same, what a failure for your age

hours in my cage

hope they never go to waste

much2high to concentrate

treat my lungs with acetate now

and i will always be there waiting if you need someone to care

but you know, my heart’s still slowing

and the hurt…  i guess-

i took this selfie with my demons, should i post it?

retrospective towards my future in the moment

[two: how's it feel?]

i'm just too scared to step away from the comfort of my own skin

i'm not your golden martyr

if i get out today on my wings or on a charter, i'll fly into the sun

i won't be burning up

if i fall back down again, i'll be falling to the end

and i will always be there waiting if you need someone to care

i’m just too fucked up to love you

i’m just too fucked up to be (there)