How do you sleep through the night, where do you go when you hide?
Waiting for the truth to call. I don’t fear you anymore.
How do you think I’m alright?
It’s the way I wait. It’s the way you’ve changed.And I like the way you hurt inside.
Always waiting for the worst to get me by.
And I like the way you hurt.
Does it really come, does it really come as a surprise?From all the years that went by, to all of your shit I’ve survived.
You would have thought I had died, but I made it out alive.
How do you sleep through the night?
It’s the lies you gave; now the roles have changed.And I like the way you hurt inside.
Always waiting for the worst to get me by.
And I like the way you hurt.
Does it really come, does it really come as a surprise?
It’s no surprise. It’s no surprise.
It’s the lies you gave, now the roles have changed.And I like the way you hurt inside.
Always waiting for the worst to get me by.
And I like the way you hurt.
After all you’ve done. Look what I’ve become.And I like the way you hurt inside.
Always waiting for the worst to get me by.
And I like the way you hurt.
Does it really come, does it really come as a surprise?
I’m So High On Misery; Can’t You See?
My clock that I know damn well is fifteen minutes fast says it’s three-thirty AM; and the only thing I can think about is you. That time at the hotel before the My Chemical Romance concert, painting our nails black on the bed. In my kitchen, giggling little girls, drunk on wine. I came up behind you and hugged you; and you gave me a kiss. You in my car trying to shove cheetos up my nose to ‘cheer me up’. Sharing Starbucks coffee with you and trading cups half-way through. And then walking the mile back to your house, holding hands and yelling at cops because you ‘had a scratchy throat and sounded like Ronnie Radke’. And then that time you told me you loved me more than coffee and wiL Francis.
And I understand now:
-Why I can’t be friends with you.
-Why I don’t feel good enough for anyone.
-Why no one is ever good enough for me.
-Why I can’t trust anyone anymore.
-And lastly why I can’t truly love anyone, not even myself.
Because I can’t forget those things long enough. And I know that makes me the weaker person; and I still love you. For those two things I am, truly sorry.
Silver and Cold
And sometimes everything feels like it’s crushing down on you at once and you just want to cry.
Old habits die hard.
And every time you come back into my life I find it hard to even breathe. I love you so much it litterly aches, I’ve never gotten over it because I won’t allow myself to cry or to deal with these emotions. So I simply can’t function with you in my life.
To Truely Hate Someone, You Must Have First, Truely Loved Them.
What do you do, when the only reason you left someone, the only reason you MADE yourself stop loving someone, is suddenly gone, and you’re left with the person you once loved greatly? And what do you do when you’ve moved on, and they have too, but suddenly you remember that spark? Love is a funny thing isnt it?
