you're "fucked in the head"?
you have no right to be.
can't you see that you're hurting me?
no, you can't, you're too busy
trying to bring yourself down
but i swear to god i'll kill you first
if you don't stop fucking around
i squint up through the particle sky
towards my better home
that's not where you are
but are you still alone
enough for me to be your everything?
i don't know what i'm doing
or where i'm going
who the fuck dreams of being impaled by the san francisco skyline?
this is why you cannot ever be mine
but i won't let you die, no i won't ever let you go by
(as tired as i am, of you.)
you say you're fucked in the head
but you've been lying to me
you said you'd be okay
but you can fake yourself so well
you can't even tell
you're so full of shit
that it's all you have left
i regret to say it's time to go
jaundiced by suburban light pollution glow
seems i always end up out here with you
neglected by stars and knowing what to do
you shield the shitty scratches from your swiss army knife
ashamed that you considered ever leaving this life behind
that's why you'll never be mine.
but i will still hold you,
i have to hold on to you.
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This is just one of those albums that are in the perfect place at the perfect time. If you described it to me, I probably wouldn't listen to it, so just go listen to it. Seriously. You'll be glad you did. Morgan LaVigne