How the fuck are we supposed to know. When I'm a monster, with the way, you refuse to die. How the fuck are we supposed to know. If we're in love or if we're in pain.
I'm a tightrope walker. Can't find my circus and I'm damaged beyond repair.Now you're just a coffin of a girl I knew and I'm buried in you.
Sometimes I dream I'm an exterminating angel. A travelling executioner from heaven, sent to give you the prettiest death I know.
I still remember how it all came back together just to fall apart again. I hear your voice inside mine. I breathed your name into the air, i etched your name into me.
I tore the wiring of my brain, i tried my best to keep it clear. So dear no matter how we part, i hold you sweetly in my head. And if i do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead.
If i can't love you as a lover, i can love you as a friend. What a bunch of fools we lovers are. Like a city sick of storms and sick to wait for God to call the floods out of my head.