BLEACH// A now selfness lover in stone black sheets. Next time you see me falling I pray you won’t catch me, ‘cause I’m on a roll. Oh, darling, yes I am. Gotta’ get myself to the promised land. Because we’re this year’s apostles with dirty faces. I’m not a prophet, just a lying tongue. God could have been the answer, but I’ve got water on my lungs. Would that noose have fit the both of us? My body wouldn’t let me stay. You’re my successful runaway. The sunsets here are so beautiful but I can’t remember the last time I didn’t feel like drinking bleach.
THE STRANGE THINGS// Hey, it’s just me. I’ve been trying to call to see how you’ve been. You’ve been ignoring me. ‘It’s better to have loved and lost’, I’d rather you’d had killed me. This is killing me. I’ve been writing my goodbyes, but they don’t make any sense. Were you running from the strange things, honey? Pull back the curtain on your memories and all their piss soaked dreams. Were we running from the same things, honey? Close the curtains on my ruined plans and backlit dreams.
CHSTBRSTR// I want you to need me. I need you to want me. I want you to wake up choking all alone and call for me. I want you to cry about me. ’Cause in my dreams I break your chest. Maybe then you’d finally need me, but I’d pretend I never cared. I want to save you but you’re doing fine. Here’s to hoping that you’re not okay. Here’s to wishing that I’ll think a little more of myself someday. Here’s to praying my world isn’t staying as uncomfortable as it has been lately. I want you to cry about me. ’Cause in my dreams I break your chest. Maybe then you’d finally need me, but I’d pretend I never cared. I want to save you but you’re doing fine.
DEPENDENT// Blacked out like the kids we used to know, like the words that seemed so bold, like the girls I used to call my own. I should have known it was too soon. Instead of asking if you were home, I should have just accepted being alone. You won’t stop talking about how the world’s better in love songs. I wish I could help you feel like yourself again. I remember the night you told me how it wouldn’t be so bad to die alone. Well, to be honest I couldn’t think of anything worse.