The butterflies you bore in my stomach you killed.
i feel the vomit in my throat you filled.
The sun isn't as bright today.
The air feels like rain pushing me down, fuck I'm going insane.
What happened to my upside down frown?
YOu turned my world around.
I just want to sink into the ground, like a cup of salt spilled.
There's no sound.
Spread my lifeless body around.
Is the sun out today?
Because it feels like night.
I lost you, but I can still feel you in my bones,
my bones,
my bones.
"Tell me I am loved, again
so I'll prove why its not true
Oh, how you steer this sickness inside
every one of you,
you that cause me to tremble, tremble, tremble
When I speak, I stumble over my words
I stumble over my own feet
and feel like I'm two feet tall,"
Don't be silly, Pretty Girl, you have the world in the palm of your hands,
and all those valentines you had,
those eyelashes that you bat,
you have everything, Pretty Girl
"Everything is nothing," says Pretty Girl
"When your body is numb.
And every beautiful thing is rotting
in my world,"
says Pretty Girl
"All your beautiful things are rotting in my world."
Lines of light peek through the pulled over curtains
Causing the cozy stiffness of last night's stale crusted tears buried in her eyelids to sluggishly divide
Why must this luminous annoyance trespass in her gloomy cavern
And make her feel
The dull ache in her joints as she struggles to turn the world sideways
Digging herself a new eye-opened darkness beneath her moth-eaten comforters
Time is merely a hallucination when sunlight is absent
And in that case, she can dream forever
Attempting to forget this morose tangible reality that numbs the tips of her ailing fingers and legs.