Harder. Rape my childhood like I want it.
Faster. Shatter everything I grew up on.
Rougher. Knock the kid out of me.
Spammm it into my head. Life is a waste.
And you can't stand it.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Do you regret everything that you said to ever make me feel like I was something special, like I ever really mattered? Or did I ever really matter...? But you're not saying you're not breaking some hearts tonight. I'll take back everything I ever said, I never meant a word of it. I never did.
So sick of the same old thing.
But I guess it's better knowing the world hasn't stopped just yet.
The same routines in the same old scene - it's the same damn thing.
Missing old friends and old habits, and old familiarities.
But I'm still not worrying, I swear.
Goodnight, all you car crash kids. Make me proud and keep your hearts and wrists in tact for one more night so you can hold me as I wake up and whisper that you love me while I'm in that far-away place just between sleep and waking, and my eyes are freshly opened so you know that no matter what I dreamt of, you're the only thing on my mind, at least for a couple of seconds...
Xoxo.
