I had stars in my lungs. But I burned them all out with the cigarettes I was smoking. My lungs are crowded with self hatered. Oh my god I can't breathe. So peel my ribcage back, and cover my heart with love. That someday I'll burn away. But my ribs are bruised, from my heart pounding so hard thinking about you. As you say I'm heartless and I said no, I've just learned to use my heart less.
As it's harder to breathe, as though my lungs have collapsed. Inhale....exhale.
We kiss slowly. I see you in my dreams kissing girls who aren't me. Dammit did you look like heaven when I only felt like hell. And something about you is so addictive. What if I told you, your the only thing keeping me alive right now?
