• I love the look in your caramel-coated, bedroom eyes,
    The touch of your hand
    Says you love me.
    How can the angel before me be anything
    But the best thing that’s ever happened to me?

    I can’t decide what’s worse:
    The fact that you are naive enough to believe me,
    Or that I believe myself.
    Your lies are nothing
    Compared to the whopping fish tales
    I tell my heart.

    Everyday you leave me
    Broken on the floor,
    In a million pieces of stained glass
    That can never truly be repaired.

    I am not the 150-piece jigsaw puzzle you think I am.
    You can’t just take me apart,
    Scramble me up, then put me back together
    Whenever and however you want.
    I am no longer your favorite, screwed up little game.

    You can’t make me change my mind,
    You crocodile.
    So collect your tears, put them in a jar,
    And save them for someone who cares