All I collect are heart breaks and mix tapes that pile themselves ontop of
these shelfs cluttered in mistakes.
Those scars are just one of many trophies you hold for everyone to see how
you show off your best surgeries on your kitchen floor. We're all dying
to be something great. We're all dying to know where's your heart?
Is it this one I'm breaking or the one I'm wearing on my sleeve so
everybody can see you're not afraid to let it fall.
So let it fall.
Let it fall.
Falling backwards breaking glass and past photographs of us lauging ontop of
these shelfs. I drink not thinking about you, but thinking
Where those scars just one of many reasons we're all too familiar with
bleeding?
And we're all dying to know all about your best surgeries that took
place on your bathroom floor.
We're not so afraid to let everybody see your heart fall apart on my
sleeve now are we?

 
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