sorry im so insecure sorry i cant handle my liquor sorry i choose to make a dramatic change to cancel you out the feelings bitter.

i find myself falling into the days like a mirrored picture all the people walking in my brain manipulate my answers still i find a image of darkness blooming into a light so pure the angels grow eerie.

why do i pick out the rotten fruit to paint colors on my ceiling all ive ever wanted was for you to stain love on my pillowcase.