When you talked i swore i could see nothing but old photographs; it hurt me a bit to see you drowning in her hair.
I know you didn't mean for that all to come flooding out but sometimes our drains don't do what they're supposed to, and honestly she does have a way of clogging your insides.
You're flooding me.
Thank god my mom put me in swimming lessons, and thank god my dad taught me how to hold my breath.
Thank god my mom put me in swimming lessons, and thank god my dad taught me how to hold my breath.
The 5 hours i spent with you under the ice were the best 5 hours of my life. I had never felt warmer, even though i knew you wished it could have been her, I was complete.
If it seems like I'm trying too hard, it's because i probably am.
I am trying everything that i have left to just drop you and run.
But i can't because you're the streets i walk to get away, the sheets to my bed.
You're left is the puzzle piece to my right.
you're the only reason my heart races the way it does.
Your heart screams louder than thunderclaps and it terrifies me. I have always been scared of storms and i have never seen one worse than the one you carry inside you.
5 hours.
5 hours.
5 hours of nothing but insecurity's and awkward conversation was enough to make me fall harder for you.
Music had never tasted so sweet.
The fact that everything that i feel is never enough for you pollutes my oceans and kills my forests, it skins my words and it wears down my favorite boots.
There is a imprint of pigeons on the left side of my bed where you never lay.
My sheets are made of feathers you never left.
My heart is an aristocrat of compulsion that you can't help but fuel.
þú ert of falleg fyrir himins
og of ljótur fyrir helvítis
Bury me before you leave, i don't want to sail any longer.
I don't want my heart racing with your thunderclaps and i don't want my body shaking with your trumpets.
Your body is a wrecking ball and i was just in the way.
Your heart screams louder than thunderclaps and it terrifies me. I have always been scared of storms and i have never seen one worse than the one you carry inside you.
5 hours.
5 hours.
5 hours of nothing but insecurity's and awkward conversation was enough to make me fall harder for you.
Music had never tasted so sweet.
The fact that everything that i feel is never enough for you pollutes my oceans and kills my forests, it skins my words and it wears down my favorite boots.
There is a imprint of pigeons on the left side of my bed where you never lay.
My sheets are made of feathers you never left.
My heart is an aristocrat of compulsion that you can't help but fuel.
þú ert of falleg fyrir himins
og of ljótur fyrir helvítis
Bury me before you leave, i don't want to sail any longer.
I don't want my heart racing with your thunderclaps and i don't want my body shaking with your trumpets.
Your body is a wrecking ball and i was just in the way.
I will always love you,
Susan Atkins
