Three Things That I'm Really Good At:
1) Lying Through My Teeth
2) Pretending To Know What It Is I'm Speaking About
3) Blaming Someone Else But Me
I shift my gaze from time to time
but it always lands on you
oh emptiness
this emptiness
this emptiness wont do
and it's not so funny now
as she locks her door
and I am dying here
you wont give me a chance to breathe the air
to repatriate my soul
until it pulls us apart
and she thinks that i'm not so good at
boasting about myself
as if that's some characteristic that i would prize
as if i wish i were someone else
so i heed her words in a causal way
before i quickly roll my eyes
and then think to myself
"this is what i fought for?"
the cluelessness in her eyes
and it's not so funny now
as i lock my door.
and I am dying here
you wont give me a chance to breathe the air
to repatriate my soul
until it pulls us apart
