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‘‘movies, movies, i want a love like the movies’’
‘‘in my head we're dancing in the dark, in my head we kiss under the stars, but we know that's not what we're doing, 'cause, baby, this ain't like the movies’’
‘‘but i wanna feel all that love and emotion, be that attached to the person i'm holding, someday i'll be fallin' without caution, but for now i'm only people watching’’
‘‘we've traveled the seas, we've ridden the stars, we've seen everything from saturn to mars, as much as it seems like you own my heart, it's astronomy, we're two worlds apart’’
‘‘from far away, i wish i'd stayed with you, but here face to face, a stranger that i once knew’’
‘‘i'm somebody you call when you're alone, i'm somebody you use, but never own, i'm somebody you touch, but never hold, and you're somebody i'll never really know’’
‘‘i've changed every part of me until the puzzle pieces aren't me, at all, i look in the mirror, now i'm just a jigsaw. you take every part of me, all of the things you need, then the rest you discard, i look in the mirror, now i'm just a jigsaw.’’
‘‘all i did just to make you happy, still you don't even fuckin' love me; killin' parts of myself to fit you, clear as shit i was not the issue. if i made you like me, would i even like myself? pointin' out my flaws doesn't help; why don't you love me? don't you love me?’’
‘‘scattered 'cross my family line, i'm so good at telling lies, that came from my mother's side, told a million to survive; scattered 'cross my family line, god, i have my father's eyes but my sister's when i cry, i can run but i can't hide, from my family line’’
‘‘it's hard to put it into words, how the holidays will always hurt; i watch the fathers with their little girls and wonder what i did to deserve this?’’
‘‘oh, summer child, you don't have to act like all you feel is mild, you don't really love the sun, it drives you wild, you're lying, summer child’’
‘‘i wish that you would stay in my memories but you show up today, just to ruin things; i wanna put you in the past 'cause i'm traumatized, but you're not lettin' me do that, 'cause tonight you're all drunk in my kitchen, curled in the fetal position, too busy playin' the victim to be listenin' to me when i say: i wish that you would stay in my memories, in my memories, stay in my memories’’
‘‘feels like we had matching wounds but mine's still black and bruised and yours is perfectly fine now’’