It's because I'm so fucking inconsistent
I need you to help me function properly
So I don't relapse again
I'm getting so tired of relapsing.
I need you to help me
Not remember the nights that weren't ours
((It only sounds exactly the same!))
Don't mockingbird me.
When we slid around the baseball diamond
We didn't hold hands
And I didn't care that he got your name wrong
But there were no signs screaming
"Watch for Ice"
So I slid right into your green water eyes.
There were no cardboard boxes underneath that bridge
There was no chance of us escaping together
And that was okay
Even if your piano playing was magical
Your singing was crap
So you just weren't good enough.
But the tape I used to square myself off from the world
Dissolved into the snow
So I lost all rule over my thoughts
As my heart began to hiccup in it's metal casing.
Our letters never came in envelopes
And it was basically just a huge waste of time
(I probably should've concentrated on physics
and not how your name looked in my handwriting.)
But I would kill anyone who came near our boxes of memories
Reading them now I end up drowning in pictures
of when everything just looked so...
But like anything set on a pedastal
Our vacuum-sealed prism of ignorance fell 13 floors
and one bruised lip
and shattered on the bathroom floor.
A propellant of all the screams I muffled in pillows
and bathroom stalls
I think there is a law set against moving on
A tenet for all relationships that go to hell
The truth is
You really weren't that amazing
But drunken nights are proving difficult to deny
I would do anything just to get back to some point of sanity
I just need to overcome the urge to back-hand you.