why won't that ever be me?
I'll cry and I'll grieve but I still won't mean a thing.
I'll sleep with the devil and dine in hell.
you'll still be handsome, it's just as well.
the sunrise and sunset swirl into a colorless blur.
the bleeding rays only serve to remind me of you and of her.
the black will fade into this endless blue.
days and nights are over but I'm still not over you.

at what point does love begin to twist your heart?
it’s an ache that worms its way in and refuses to depart.
and every painful metaphor takes a literal form.
the heart on my sleeve has been ripped and worn.
the lengths I’d go for you run deeper than your stormy seas.
you could stun me with a look and halt all my broken pleas.
please steal my breath and erase our every memory
because life holds no meaning now that you are over me.

and I’ve had thoughts of suicide right in this very bed.
is such a fate so terrible when your soul’s already dead?
my skeleton will shudder as you spit on my grave.
my heart may stop beating but there’s still so much I’ll crave.
a smirk will curl your lips at the song’s slow and mournful beat.
will you feel more grounded with the gravel underneath your feet?
and however accurate this accusation may or may not be,
I still will not be over you as you are over me.


love’s supposed to conquer all, but I just feel conquered.