I wear a coat of fear manufactured by heartache and Co.
With a lining made from insides to fit me just right.
I own two for every year wasted on you.
Let me rip you open and learn to sew it's the least you can do,
when nothings getting better
I just want to know that I am not alone.
Staples as hands and eyes to match these cement blocks
I bought for feet.
It feels like a lifetime guarentee.
You're pulling out the bottom of my lungs as
I'm screaming out apologies right in your face.
"I'm so sorry" I'm taking this broken heart back forever with hopes of a skyline fracture.
You know I'm lying when
I say I hate you, but this is New Jersey.
