Most of that mixtape was about our ending
Because I felt that from the beginning
And whoever made those two words rhyme is a sick Motherf**ing who*e and deserves to die
I know the only book I should be invested in is the one you told me to write
I just don't know how I feel inside and I end up trying to look alive
So I can leave you and the fire you built in my chest
Burning already charred organ to no rest
Because I'd rather be alone in a big empty house
Than with you in a tiny crowded room
In a world filled with endless wrong cues
Because there is no moving forward from a cul-de-sac
And you can't lie through your teeth for a soul you'll never keep
I just want to be new
I'm not always a good person
I'm sever hearted and severely filled with hatred
And sh**ty poems
Collecting trash doesn't make me unhuman
But I'll admit it makes me weird
I'm vulnerable and I'm made of cement and I'll k** you with my bare hands
And I'll cry over your remains
And I'll light you on fire
And I'll never say your name
Love is open heart surgery and pain is healing
And healing is stitches
And I'll always tear them open
I'm tired of even feeling hatred
I just want to be a puddle of lukewarm water
On some f**ing sidewalk on Mars
I wouldn't wish it on my best friend
I wouldn't wish it on my best friend
You told me I wasn't empty
I don't want to write about being empty