you can't build a kingdom with someone who still wants attention from the village

so you kicked me under and i'm six feet deep.
now i've got dirt in my eyes and blood on my jeans.

the only reason that i miss the old you
is that the old you was with me

i always wanted to die in the summer
when only three of my friends still knew my name
hit by a car or lightning, something or other
and not by this *****, self-induced shame

you were my world and i spent my days
spinning circles around you.
i just wish i could've prepared for the cold
before i remembered that seasons change.

head rush, you were my drug
then i fell in love and it killed me

you spill an ocean of secrets
hoping that i can keep it for you
hold me down
and hope i won't drown

we need to practice shutting the hell up and calming the hell down.
either way, it's still gonna be hell, no matter what we do.
but you have to admit, it's the prettiest hell you've ever seen.

your love wasn't convenient
my love wasn't commonplace
sometimes i start thinking we're crazy
but then again, there's nothing quite like you

i am the king.
and i am surrounded by my queens.
my pawns are even important
(and you know just who you are).
but you,
you're just all wrong.
off the board and out your mind.
check mate.