grenademouth

i leave to fix my heart
to fix my head.
to heal strong.
to run myself through the wall again.
to show myself.
to be better.
to feel the pain i've caused.
to learn to be careful.
to tcb.
to heal strong.

i love believing "the" ever-expanding lake of shit is not lapping at my high-tops, only to find that i am drowning. 

Yep. That's me.  The off-duty lifeguard. drunk and drowning.







This time I've really done it.

and i like the way it feels when you talk to me
i did too much cocaine and now i'll never sleep
and if i wait the whole night i still won't get it right
just please don't leave

i'd be like my father but there's no such thing
and i like the way you're looking but you're glancing nervously
and if i wait the whole night i still won't get it right
just please don't leave

and you feel like a breeze
at least you do to me
and ask me what i'd do you for and i'll tell you "anything"
and if i wait the whole night i still won't get it right
i lost at me

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a fever. my thoughts are filled with odd imaginings of a heated head.