everything that is gray we hide away
mask the in between with holding tight
to extremes of yr father and mothers
sleep is just an excuse for
girls that hold hands too often
boys that hate themselves
i recall that winter morning when you
looked at my notebook
while i took a shower
how you thought all those pretty words were about you
how you thought i could care
for all the pain you have caused
all those meaningless words were just to bid you farewell
no one thought a pale skittish fractured kid like me
could give you what you needed
well now I'm holding a phone to my heart
the dial tone can resuscitate me i swear
anything you do just gets cataloged
as a girl that hates care
but feels good when she falls....
no one loves you like you do.
