For every word that has been said,
I fucking revoke.
Those beautiful lies, those darkened eyes,
I'm leaving you behind.
Take my eyes, replace them with glass.
Now better suited to be fucking hollow.
Selfishness is that there is left.
This casket will leave me with less of your entanglements.
To love at all is to be vulnerable,
And your heart will be wrung and definitely broken.
This can't be the end,
But a sleepless night for the hopeless romantic.
Where did we begin? On the darkest nights propping up the bar.
In this selfishness your heart will change, it will not be broken.
It will become unbreakable and no one will want you at all.
I wish I could find the fucking words that became lost at the back of my throat.
To say that I miss you is an understatement, and I can't stand you for it.
To love at all is to be vulnerable
To love at all is to be comfortable
This can't be the end,
But a sleepless night for the hopeless romantic.
Where did we begin?
On the darkest nights propping up the bar.
To love at all is to be vulnerable and your heart will be open.
To love at all is to be comfortable and your heart will be broken
