watch the ceiling fan make shadows on the wall
my life is like a cancelled series, plotlines all have
stalled
enveloped by a shell of endless lethargy and doom
population one in my excuse for a bedroom
no longer sure that i can make it, or if i even want
to try my luck again at this bullshit that we call love
no longer sure that i can take it, or if i ever will
cause lower than the ocean floor is where i'm living
still
is it the way you touched my shoulder blades
how you just seemed to fill in all the blanks
when i pushed you pulled, you always made me feel so
beautiful
is it the way your hand fit into mine
told me you'd hold me til the end of time
i'm just lost at sea without you next to me
so f*ck you and everything you said
it was all lies, messin with my head
going through the motions but i don't feel a thing
waiting for the weightlessness that wakefulness can't
bring
taste you on my tongue, the pressure of your fingertips
remembering just how you traced the outlines of my ribs
don't wanna keep looking behind me or reenact the past
but it's hard because my heart's just a potato that's
been mashed
don't want to keep hoping you'll find me and make this
all untrue
right now lying in my bed all the day's the best that i
can do
is it the way you touched my shoulder blades
how you just seemed to fill in all the blanks
when i pushed you pulled, you always made me feel so
beautiful
is it the way your hand fit into mine
told me you'd hold me til the end of time
i'm just lost at sea without you next to me
so f*ck you and everything you said
it was all lies, messin with my head