So please forgive what I have done. No, you can’t stay mad at the setting sun because we all get tired. I mean eventually there is nothing left to do but sleep.
Will my number come up eventually? Like love’s some kind of lottery where you scratch and see what’s underneath. It’s “Sorry, just one cherry, play again, get lucky.”
| — | (via ventimutatio) |
I’m bored, how much for something to burn and inhale? Give me herb, I need to get lifted. Lifted from deep melancholy, insecurity, self-loathing. Let me get two packs of cigarettes so I can cough shit up at night in the bathroom.
I’m a nervous wreck, how much for a prescription? Calm me down so my teeth don’t fall out of my head. Give me peace and contentment so I don’t fucking panic when that girl makes my stomach twist up in knots.
I’m lonely, how much for a hand to hold? Give me a sweet smiling cheek to kiss. Just give me someone to hold at night so I can sleep. Give me someone that can listen to my pathetic bullshit. Let me have a pair of legs to run my fingers up and down.
Jesus Christ man, just let me have it.
You had my hand in your hand
You had my lip in your teeth
You had my heart on your sleeve
You had a chance to breathe
But boy, you wouldn’t let your fear recede
So I moved on
Oh, and it’s too late to change your mind
Now you got scared, boy, and I got gone
Now you failed and there’s no way to turn back time
You had your chance
Boy, I tried
| — | White Oleander by Janet Fitch (via his-salt-sweat-sugar) |
But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
But I know that that’s impossible now.
And so I drink to stay warm
And to kill selected memories
‘cause I just can’t think anymore about that
Or about her tonight
And I give myself three days to feel better
Or else I swear I’ll drive it off a fucking cliff
‘cause if I can’t learn to make myself feel better
How can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
