This could kill you, but so could I

Another heart waist deep in bad intent. Where did everyone real go?

I still hold my breath when I drive past cemeteries..

Breathing: short or heavy?
Living: significant or petty?
Dying: unfortunate or pretty?

Sorry about the mess

I can't help but think this is the end. You are the only thing I ever really loved. The only thing I ever held onto. Never means forever.

If you're a liar, then I'm a fraud

a sunset can only drive you so far until the night catches on,
but you've been building this up for who knows how long.
you hated my tired red eyes
i lived inside your rolling blues.
this is how i love you: a thousand ships and ten years
even at 21 "its too late" is just as hard to hear.
i'm sorry that history shaped the way i feel.
and this "stupid band".
and everything real.
i'm only here to see how long it takes for you to leave when no one believes those pages pressed with compliments are yours.
i'm sorry..
all this leftover summer air is going to my head.
just my excuse for every hungover night..
and how i loved to play "i'm innocent- minus the fights."
its no wonder you lost interest-
i built myself out of old news and half promises.
ive kept tabs on desperation and sincerity for so long
that i can't remember where i started.
only how much i never want it to end.
trading off-brand malice for last year's discontent
but i'm an indian giver so don't go anywhere yet.