We’ve got mixtapes and we’ve got heartache, we’ve got memories we haven’t made yet. We’ve got nights under covers under stars, and we’ve got days that we never want to end. And I promise we will miss all of this someday. And I promise we will miss these days.
And I will always be there to hold you up, and I will always forgive you when we fight, and after all this time I have learned that all those wishes lead to was bad decisions and failure. But you are the one thing that I got right.
the snow creaks under your feet on the fragile wood of our back stairs i’m sitting alone wrapped in crawl spaces and broken melodies heard through thin walls. please forgive me. i just want you to stick around long enough to realize that i’m worth all of the trouble i cause because i’m sure that i will fuck this all up somehow so don’t let me getaway
Let’s give up, retreat, there is no point in fixing this.
We should really not be doing this. Shaking hands and ripped fabric, let’s make this as dirty as we can get.
I know you heard I’m not ok, that things just slip away from me. And I have heard you are still drop dead gorgeous. Your smile is fatal. Your eyes a heart attack. We’ll kiss until it shows.
Just tell me that we will make it through. This is what happens when two disposable fall in love. Can’t you see it’s killing us? This is goodbye. This is I miss you. This is no way out. This is starting over. This is claiming your own ending.
Let someone else sing these songs, let someone else hold your hand. Let someone else make you smile, buy you flowers, and calm your dreams. I just don’t deserve you anymore. We all have a price to pay, I guess mine was losing you. At this point it makes no difference. And you can’t say you weren’t warned, so cover your heart. Cover your heart.