sucker love is heaven sent
pucker up, our passion's spent
my heart's a tart, your body's bent
my body's broken, yours is bent
i can't sleep. again. alone and tired, i lie in bed, trying to let darkness wash over me. the night is in full swing, with darkness enveloping everything. i should be sleeping. i shouldn't be obsessing over you. i shouldn't be obsessing over anything or anyone
carve your name into my arm
instead of stressed i lie here charmed
'cuz there's nothing else to do
every me and every you
i miss you. i miss sleep. i miss everything except being awake. i'm sick of being awake. i fucking hate being awake. being awake makes me want to slit my wrists or hang myself or shoot myself or jump off a goddamn building. i miss kishin souls.
sucker love, a box i choose
no other box i choose to use
another love i would abuse
no circumstances could excuse
oh my fucking god. i swear on my life, i'm going to stop writing this shit. you don't care. no-one does.
in the shape of things to come
too much poison come undone
'cuz there's nothing else to do
every me and every you
every me and every you
every me-e
i miss goddamn-
and there you are.
right there.
damn you, maka albarn