I guess I lied. You can have everything if there’s anything left to have, but I’m pretty picked dry. My bones are all bleached, and my muscles are gone, and my blood's all discolored and oxidized. And my eyes are both eaten clean out of my skull, cause we both fucked up, only I didn’t know it then, and you still don’t know it now. I didn’t know when, and I didn’t know how, I should’ve ran far away, where I wouldn’t be found. I should’ve moved across country and lived in the sun, I should’ve cried on the phone until you knew what you’d done cause it’s you.
But you’re not you anymore, and I’m not who you thought I was. I’m small, and I’m mostly buzzwords to pique your interest and make you feel like I’m someone worth spending your time on. But I’m not. You wasted a year and I’m wasting every moment without you here, cause it’s you.
But you’re not you anymore and I’m not who I thought I was. I’m small, and I’m mostly just hot air in a jar that’s quickly escaping cause I can’t get the lid shut.
I can’t fix my head cause it’s you, but you’re not you anymore and I’m gone.
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