shipwreck cove

i want to thank you
for the same reason i want to wring your neck
how dare you not take advantage of me?
i want to be a wreck

wasted

I can't write
anymore

I just don't have what he's got
and it sucks because I used to have it
I had it but I'm losing all that along with every pound I shed

killing my lifelong dreams for
a few macabre cancer sticks
and a bony sillouhette

don't bother waiting by the phone

I keep on killing myself over telling him
how could I have told him?
it hurts to know that anyone knows this
I don't even want to look him in the eye anymore
I'm sure it's all he's thinking about when we touch

maybe that's why he hasn't called me?

hey, a girl can dream.

them vs me

i kept my secrets for so long
long enough to make new friends
who didn't know; didn't remember

how could i have let him under my skin so