• I get around to all of it, eventually.
    Hand me the biggest silver spoon to eat soup with.
    So I can warm the insides.

    Don't call me if your not home.
    So I won't be pissed that you called me first.
    Write me the dumbest love song, so I can
    put the lyrics in my heart,
    and later hurt you with your own words.

    I once sat on a mountain in the sky,
    and wrote tales of fairies with broken hearts.
    I heard they killed a man,
    when I didn't even finish the story.

    later on, shade me the brightest color of your skin.
    And tell me the s**t you spent hours feeling but waited until you saw me.
    Let me feel the love and anger, so I can pretend to believe I'm young.
    And paint a wall of shame.
    So I can remember.

    I'm going to break your wrists.
    And ride your face into my car.
    So I can remember to wash it the next morning.

    And take a shower.
    A tell my mom to "******** off",
    along with everyone I see on the side walk.
    And then I can remember you.

    that you don't exist.
    And I'm painting rainbows according to hormones.
    That you will never be here,
    and that you will never love me.
    and that you will never be apart of my life.
    Or run in my blood when I die.

    That when I rot in my grave,
    I was just someone else looking for someone else.
    And a little piece of the world,
    that no one gives a ******** about.