you used to be much more... 'muchier'... you've lost your muchness.

i am not your pet. i never liked you. i don't care about you. i won't wait for you. i bite. good luck.

i think i'm where the bloodline ends; i'll never do the right thing again

so hit me— i can't get soft cause i'm too hard and my ribs are metal cages to guard my heart i'm too, i'm too hard

and even the strongest objects will suffer if they are touched by so many people.

now when we kiss i have anger issues

i saved my very best for you

friends to lovers trope came true you said that i deserved someone who knows what i am worth now i wonder— what am i worth to you?

i want to believe in love! i want to believe in us!

i want you flat on your back. i want you helpless, with only me to help. and then i want you strong again.

you're not going to die— you might wish you were going to die, but you're not going to. you just need to settle down.

kiss me, my girl, before i'm sick

in this life, and the next, and the next after that, and for whatever there is on the road that follows from here— it would only require my patience that i would get to him again.

i want to live with you and do things for you and even let you do things for me.

i want your things in my room, i miss you all the time

i stalk myself on the internet just to see what you'll find

i wonder how you decorate your room i wonder how you touch yourself and curse myself for being across the sea

harness your hopes on just one person because you know a harness was only made for one

the phone does not go both ways and i am cutting the line

one morning this sadness will fossilize and i will forget how to cry