Believe me when I said, "I wish I chose these words instead"
I would rewrite them, but I'm not much of a poet
And all of our friends all gathered there
I wanted to ask but I just stare
I found a strand of your hair on my Jawbreaker shirt
Everyone believes in their own bullshit
You have cigarette breath
And I just can't quit
I'm afraid of the quiet that comes along with it
So I just swallow the words, and choke on them
And you go walking in a garden
Where everything is dead
If you loved them, you would water them anyways
No, no, you treat me like a book
So many pages overlooked
I wonder if you'll buy my story this time
I guess I owe a debt
I should just pay it off instead
I really want things to work out this time
And it feels like pulling teeth
To see which one of us cares the least
If I didn't, why would I even try?
