It’s really something suicidal
When perfect and beautiful and wonderful things
Remind you only of other things
That you can never get back.
Because roses *****,
And lovers trick,
And everyone in the world is sick,
But, darling, don’t you worry,
Because I’m the sickest of us all.

The frosted grass sparkles in the light of the night
Like a night you can’t get back.
Really Something with capital letters,
You were Really Something, and you said I was Something Else.
And it’s so stupid to even miss you on a Monday night
When you don’t give a ****, and neither should I.
And it’s absolutely insane for me to pick my brain
When I can’t fall asleep in bed, but I do it.
Singing along to a song we used to love,
Windows open in winter just to feel something that strong again.
The wheel is in my hands and the road is in my eyes,
All these memories and daydreams are crystallized
Into tears thanks to a lover who made me love like I never had before.
It’s sort of funny how one person can totally change your life,
Makes you wonder if it really is yours.

Just give me one more taste of your precious toxicity,
And, baby, we can medicate; we can love ourselves to sleep.
And in the morning we’ll be mourning, the clock will laugh its chime.
This was all at the wrong time, this was all wrong at this time.
And I’ll dance my pretty toes away, I’ll nibble on your ear,
Pretend we were never apart, our souls were always near.
I’ll cry my ******* eyes out as we sit on the bed,
Because it feels right on skin, in heart, but wicked in my head.
Deceptive, delicious, witchcraft in your eye,
In logic you’re the devil but your lips feel like the sky.
We can nightmare through the afternoon, smoke up right at dawn,
But from the haze of my twisted thoughts you’ll never be gone.
And though this is poison jail, I’ve never felt more free.
You are so bad for me; you are so bad for me.

Babe,
You can pretend all you want,
But you’re still haunted by my heart.
In intoxication, that word slipped out of your mouth,
And you tried to stop it at the very last second,
But you were too late.
And as I sat there, flooded with THC,
All I could wonder is why that moment
Kept repeating over and over in my mind.
“Sure, babe.”

We’re on the brink of brotherhood,
The link is sewed of falling in love
That eventually landed and shattered.
I love you more than I’ve loved before,
The green grass only growing as time goes by.
And I will hold your hand when Death comes calling,
And I will be your light in the dark.
And I will shed tears if you are thirsty,
And in my heart you will always be the first.

I’ve learned my bones can melt
When they feel your eyes
I’ve learned my heart can sing
When it feels your lips on mine
I’ve learned a basement can be heaven,
And that sometimes it takes seven,
To find the seventh’s the one to keep.
I’ve learned your voice makes me stutter
And your soul makes me mutter
Your name in my sleep.

Twenty pairs of lips will never be kissed,
Twenty pairs of angel wings kissed them instead.
Twenty little giggles will ring in mothers’ dreams,
Twenty little handprints will stain fathers’ hearts.
Forty lungs breathed their last breaths,
Forty eyes shut for the last time.
Sixty seconds changed it all,
One man ruined twenty little worlds.
And the school doors shut solemnly,
And the bedrooms became shrines,
And the training wheels will never come off,
Because of a trainwreck of a day.