Hmm.

No more going to the dark side with your flying saucer eyes
No more falling down a wormhole that I have to pull you out

The wriggling, squiggling worm inside
Devours from the inside out
No more talk about the old days
It's time for something great

I want you to get out
And make it work
So many lies
So many lies
So many lies

So feel the love come off of them
And take me in your arms
Peel all of your layers off
I want to eat your artichoke heart
No more leaky holes in your brain
And no false starts

I wanna get out
And make it work
So many lies
So many lies
So many lies

So feel the love come off of them
And take me in your arms

I wanna get out
And make it work
I want you to get out
And make it work

I'll be ok

So many lies
So many lies
So many lies

So feel the love come off of them
And take me in your arms

I know everything.

I know exactly what happened. And exactly what went wrong. I just wish you would have been honest. You cant grow a new garden with weeds still there.

How is

How have you been. Hows the band. How'd recording go. Are you feeling good? What'd you do this weekend? Are you going to Loop on Wednesday? How are your classes?

These are things I would have asked you. But we're not friends, and I can't speak to you. It's better if I just assume the answers in my head.

Remembering

I just remembered how much I love dating. Nothing serious. Just dating someone for two weeks and moving on. I'm actually having fun and this weekend should be a blast.

Busy.

I hope you always find someone to take you home.
To put you into bed, kiss your cheek and check your pulse.
Make sure you're still breathing with their hand up to your nose.
I wish that could be me, but it's just not possible.

Second chance

I'm going to do it the right way this time.

Take things slowly.

Keep my walls only half up.

I'm incredibly blessed to meet such an amazing person right after meeting the worst person I've ever met.

Keeping my fingers crossed and finally going to sleep with a huge smile on my face.

Why

I wish I could go back to my past self that read everything you wrote and whisper to her, "He's a fake and a liar and a phony. His words are cries for attention and pity. There is no heart behind it."

Everything you write now makes my stomach churn.