someone somewhere

Red lips, almost like you’ve been biting on ’em all day

Burt skin, but the sun doesn’t make it for you anymore

You can’t wake up with the wrong foot if you don’t wake up at all.

Reckless behavior, late night cigarettes

Yet not even one soul cares about you.

Blonde hair, short skirt

And no one is even watching.

If only the world was as big as your hoop earrings, you could be anywhere now

But you’re here

With your blue eyes full of dust.

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kill me.

Bleed.

                          Bleed on me.

Spill your sadness on my white t-shirt

and try to clean it with your evil hands.

Hear me scream.

                                   Watch me cry.

Scream to me.

                                                                                                     Cry with me.

But don’t even try to wipe off my tears.

Kiss away the joy.

                                    Bring back the pain.

Cut me with flowers.

                                   Fix me with knifes.

Promise me forever

and leave me on my own between my sheets.

Tell me scary stories

but never ever turn the lights on.

 

If you were a grape, what color grape would you be?

If you were a grape,

what color grape would you be?

Would you be sweet, sedless and green?

Or would your red-wine-bitterness rip my heart out

and leave it at the front door?

 

If you panic and paint yourself  green

I’ll be crying every night, trying to remember his smile

If you panic and paint yourself  green

The kitchen will drown in screams again.

 

And I know that you don’t want to invade yourself

with the evil that comes with the red

But quiet is all I want

Even if that means death.

 

Please don’t listen to me

After all

I’m young

I’m scared

And I need to heal

But so does he.

 

 

If I had to guess, I’d say she has thirty three freckles on her face.

If I had to guess

I’d say she has thirty three freckles on her face

And the way she smiles

Makes it easier to see them all.

 

If I had to guess

I’d say she has thirty three freckles on her face

And if she was a song

She’d be played by Ed Sheeran.

 

And I know she sees the world differently

In a way I cannot understand

And I know she says she hates violence

But I don’t think she’s capable of hate.

 

I traveled the world to be here tonight

But it wasn’t easy for her either

Or so I heard

When she sang her heart out while sitting on the cold floor.

 

If I had to guess

I’d say she has thirty three freckles on her face

Because she says ‘bless you’ when someone sneezes

Even if no one can hear.

 

If I had to guess

I’d say she has thirty three freckles on her face.

I’ve never count them

But I don’t really have to.