| Push-pinned my picture to your wall
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| Framed it in pieces of argyle
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| There’s a thread for every minute I missed my chance to begin it
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| I could feel the pressure building up as I cram it to the top
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| A coffee can filled with letters
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| My ears begin to pop as the tension drops
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| We’ve fallen down, someday you won’t be around for me to fall back on
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| It’s so akward to say goodbye to you
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| The tensest moment when I fail to follow through
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| I’m all wound up and then you tighten the screws
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| My want turns to need as you slip on the noose
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| As I push my pen across the page casting my spell like a first level mage
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| My epic battle between love and rage
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| A melodramatic mess not fit for my age we’ve fallen down
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| All my innocence has drowned since you’ve gone she says I’m changing everyday
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| She wants to know how, why, and who with
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| She says there’s still good left in me like I’m the dark lord of the sith
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| I write this every single winter
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| And now I’m writing it again: I shed my common sense in exchange for newer skin
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| The good news is that I’ve finally learned to appreciate my friends |
| The bad news is that I haven’t got any left
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| The good news is that I dream about it almost every night
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| The bad news is that when I wake up you’re not there |