this thing of our's is walking the plank, i got off the ship before it sank, and for all i care you could fucking plummet, cuz your cut throat ways i can't fucking stomach.. up's and down's and no ones around, i'd like to speak but who would hear a sound? who would hear a fucking sound? so now i choke on every word that i said to your pretty face, like when i said that no one better, no one better could take your place,
so now i try to erase all the memories and past mistakes, my worst fucking inventions came from my best fucking intentions and i still have a million questions, but only you can make me so fucking miserable yet so happy at the same fucking time,
so when i tell you everything is fine, it's only half a lie, so when i tell you everything is fine, it's only half a fucking lie....YOU fucked this up