it sure does hurt to lose my love, doesn’t it?
don’t dig yourself a grave if you don’t want to lie in it
the harshest winter is one of indifference
and i don’t believe hell is fire and brimstone
it’s ice and stalactites and sharp, frozen bones
and you stumble upon it on your way home
after a long night with your newest belt notch
your breath riddled with cigarettes and scotch
and i won’t melt you, i’ll stand by and watch
i miss you so loudly. the whispers of morning and your delicate hands, wisps of hair sweeping against my face as i dig myself deeper into you. i will not go softly. i tell it to anyone who listens ho
he says that he's afraid to commit so he breaks my heart just a little bit the funny thing is i've come to expect it his subconscious routine which perfectly fit i sat clean and pretty for six hours s
i've exaggerated you in my head i saw love where it wasn't yet you broke my heart gently in your bed and cradled me, soft against your chest in the morning, you fed and kissed me and when i turned aro