It's eight empty bookshelves and some self-righteous bitch bragging about how fast she reads.
A pack of unsmoked cigarettes with the cellophane torn and a matchbook in a pool of urine.
It's tears when they don't matter, and screams when they don't impress.
Who are you, and who do you want to be?
Wrists scratched bloody and love rubbed raw
It's never enough to prove the truth,
Laughter always sounds wrong
when you don't want to hear it.
Coughed jealousy and midnight glasses of water,
which are actually just secret inspections.
Look at my eyes and tell me I don't want to die,
I dare you. I dare you to tell me
I don't want to live first.
We'll scrape through fire exits as if they're closed castle gates
And we'll smoke our sophistication
as if it's all we've ever inhaled.
Your growl means nothing,
Only your bite counts,
And it will get you euthanized.
Scare 'em with your love,
your potential love,
and your potential indifference.
Both sides of the blade are terrifying.
Just let me juggle, can you do that?
Of course not.
Even if it's the truth,
Even if it's the only magic
We'll ever witness.
It's all an illusion, anyway.
This is all a lie:
All that I am...
Is nothing without you.