We said we'd never let our past mistakes be our quicksand. Well I feel my feet settling and my options running thin, and my patience wearing thin. Five years have come and left and these pens and inks don't have it in them.. Can't quite explain to the rest just how heavily my heart hangs in my chest.
This wears me out so.. You wear me down so low.
Tell me anything, just don't tell me that this is all in my head. Folding on your safest bet like either my luck is running out or has overslept. It has overslept again..
We're slipping up again. We breathe another sigh and then a broken sentence feeds the frustration, and Im trying my fucking best but I can't get over this. Never letting go of it, we still fool ourselves into thinking we have. Bad timing has the upper hand and I'll never get over this.
You kill me with that smile, girl.
I say that its just my luck, she says that I was never good enough.