I hate the was you're looking at me lately, it makes me want to choke that smile off your face. I don't say this often but tonight I think I might. This time I'm really drowning, swallowed by consuming seas. I'm not sure if I'm sinking or if you're sinking me. I can't even swallow, my heart feels so swollen.
I'd love to show you what I meant by: "I'd like to see you dead." You can't sperate my eyes. I don't say this often but tonight I think I might; "If you could make this last, I would take the world from you."
...as if a wasted past could ever totally consume me. Maybe by tomorrow, you'll have stopped your raspirating. God I hope the saying true, and he broke the mold when he made you.
