Liar, liar, soul on fire.
So I'm not really going to sleep, I guess. The words in my head are way too loud.
I think that phrase should be changed from 'Curiosity killed the cat.' to 'Curiosity will kill us all.' It's ironic, though, because in the end, lack of curiosity will be our demise.
You're a bull, my heart is just a china shop.
I analyze you so much, so you can hurt me that much more.
But I've never played fair.
My words are all lyrics or memes and there's nothing you can do about it.
People say we've changed.
I think they're right.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
Sometimes I wish my life was a horror movie.
And then I remember the things that go on in our heads.
And I realize we'd be screwed either way.
You make my world explode.
And he makes my heart swell and burst.
Exploring, destroying.
I can't keep doing this.
Waste my time.
Waste my life.
Are you through with me?
Never never never.
SLEEPTIME.
