the truth

slumdog millionaire. watch this movie.

trouble loves me- why don't you?

i'm depressed again.
this is the most true thing i've wrote in days
no one should feel like this
heavy sinking sunsets in the pit of my chest
i've been swallowing the idea of you for days
in blue pill hand grenades
the spark we keep catching is just a firefly on the brink of burning out
a shooting star after all the fame and glory
we're just sitting out somewhere waiting to be forgotten
how did i get this tragic?

a milligram for your thoughts
ageless eyes leave you feeling boring at best
or invincible,
depends on who you talk to.
god's gift in a body bag
tell that one to the idealists.

apocalypse junkyard

you act like you're in on the joke but the truth is i've been way over your head for years. worry worry in reverse/tell me who loved you first. save the stuttered excuses for a rainy day, they hate my misery but trust me it works better this way. these hands have horrible habits.

are we growing up or just going down?

you're only as good as they tell you (which is never good enough). you shake but not cause you're cold or nervous but because you're alone. you're always alone but its okay 'cause "nothing else matters"/we're such great pretenders. love is just another wish to put on the shelf, you always look so much better next to someone else. i know i could never make you love me but maybe i can at least crack a smile.