| For every word that has been said,
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| I fucking revoke.
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| Those beautiful lies, those darkened eyes,
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| I’m leaving you behind.
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| Take my eyes, replace them with glass.
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| Now better suited to be fucking hollow.
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| Selfishness is that there is left.
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| This casket will leave me with less of your entanglements.
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| To love at all is to be vulnerable,
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| and your heart will be wrung and definitely broken.
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| This can’t be the end,
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| but a sleepless night for the hopeless romantic.
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| Where did we begin? |
| On the darkest nights propping up the bar.
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| In this selfishness your heart will change, it will not be broken.
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| It will become unbreakable and no one will want you at all.
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| I wish I could find the fucking words that became lost at the back of my throat.
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| To say that I miss you is an understatement, and I can’t stand you for it.
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| To love at all is to be vulnerable
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| To love at all is to be comfortable
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| This can’t be the end,
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| but a sleepless night for the hopeless romantic.
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| Where did we begin?
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| On the darkest nights propping up the bar.
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| To love at all is to be vulnerable and your heart will be open.
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| To love at all is to be comfortable and your heart will be broken |