An empty room, I’m empty too, and everything reminds me of you. There’s so many things I shouldn’t have missed, but the more that I push, the more you resist. It’s easy to see; it’s for the best. When you want more, well, you leave me with less.
I’m on the ledge, while you’re so goddamn polite and composed. I know you see me, and you’re making it look so easy. What comes and goes, I’d go without.
Through the fall, fallout.
And nevertheless, it’s never you let. It’s more that I give and the less that I get. Don’t tell me to fight, to fight for you. After this long, I shouldn’t have to.
the worst thing is when someone insults you and they’re right
ok but literally how
YOU BASTARD PUT AWAY THOSE BICEPS FUCKING DAMMIT