In a way, I am glad my heart can be broken
Just like I am glad in a way to throw up at 7 A.M.
Because it means I was drunk last night
It ***** but you got to hold something
Not just something but something good
A heart doesn't break from hatred but an absence of love
So we should not cry into our hands
But kiss our fingers

You better ******* sprint your *** towards that exit sign,
And grab your god by the hair,
Because after a while everybody just nods and doesn't really listen,
And everybody's sorry but doesn't really care.
I'm so sad but I can't even care enough to cry,
For myself or for all my **** on my shoulders.
I may not carry the weight of the world but I carry the weight of mine,
And that's enough to bury me six feet under in emotions,
So that should tell you a little bit about me.
People stand around muttering about kids these days,
When we actually try really hard to be good people,
But they set up a world for us that never lets us win; or lets everybody win.
And that's why we smoke **** and get drunk so we can just be happy for a little while.
And that's why we cut ourselves; for trying our hardest but not succeeding.
We never feel like we are enough for anyone, not even ourselves.
Mom and Dad are slamming the back door screaming about grades,
And our friends pretend they give a **** when they don't.
People in black stand around crying about all the young people dying,
Because when your body's in a coffin, suddenly everybody is nodding and really listening,
And everybody is saying how sorry they are and actually meaning it.
Mom and Dad and all our friends can't stop sobbing how much they loved us.
I tried ******* sprinting for the exit sign so I could live a good life but there was too much in the way.
So I'll be in the bathtub carving my own exit sign, out of my wrists and razors.
I'll grab my god by the hair and scream in his face because I only got one chance at this,
And I didn't even get to live.

Out the cobweb front door,
She fell holding her baby.
A sweet young thing all wrapped up,
And an infant.
She asked me for a hand,
But I lost both of mine in the war.
So she asked for a foot,
But I am in a wheelchair.
So for a while we both sat and cried
Together, and cried for where we were stuck.
And the baby just smiled and looked at the sky,
While we waited for thunder and cried.

Now I remember all those times I drunk cried
For people who didn't love me
And how I finally felt like an arrow
Being pulled back
Ready at any moment to fly
But even when I have wings
That I made with my hands
And pulled out of sadness
People don't love me
And all I can think sober in bed
Is how much I wish I could just be drunk

Underneath the lime tree
In hearts of sparkly sixteen
Two loverbirds exploded
Into cosmic effervescence
And there were no surprises
All they could see were sparks
Nobody cared at all
They were special, lucky
Forever dazzled by first love
Sometimes I wish I had more than ashes
Memorial urn with dead roots
But we belong elsewhere each
And my words belong to someone who cares
Goodbye, boy
I will always miss that you

You're always ******* hurting someone.
Why can't you just love a person?
Maybe you're not human.
But when I was with you,
I felt the most human I have ever felt.
Now she doesn't even know.
I cried into my pillow, but she's smiling in her sleep.
Unaware of the heartbreak you performed
Behind her back.
And if you ever pick up the phone to call me
And see how I have been,
You can be sure to hear the dial-tone
Just as quickly as you bit us all.

You're just a fever with a dragon's head, and you broke my heart like in a bad movie. You swore you'd take a bullet for me when you're the one who always held the gun. I'm afraid he will promise everything you did, and give me deja vu. Deja Entendu. One song we sang when we were in love and another became my favorite heartbreak lullaby; say goodbye. I hate you. If my memory came walking through the front door with flowers in his hands, I would crawl right back. Let you bruise my soul until it rang out blue and black. Kiss me on the sidewalk and give me a heart attack. Valentine lover has his hands on my face. My fingers are made of mornings and my heart is made of lace. Transparent, heart on sleeve, please just give me what I need, I'm vulnerable and I'm fluttering.