I'm gonna get on my knees, would you kick me in the face please? It'll make whatever I say sound like poetry.
Stuff I like.
Listen, then you might know me.
I'm a creature of a culture that I create, I'm the last one on the dance floor as the chandelier gives way, and I am permanently preoccupied with your past. I've been around long enough now to know that the good things never last.
I'm sinking like a stone in the sea, I'm burning like a bridge for your body.
I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all.
I won’t be angry if you have to leave, but I won’t be waiting for that day. So don’t say you’re sorry because I won’t believe you.