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• Artiste: Drowning With Our Anchors
• Titre: crushed & empty
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i wanted to go by your house last night but i'm not big on social scenes. plus it sucks, being the only one who doesn't drink. thought maybe i could blend into the walls, but the packs of the hipper dressed just make me feel obvious. feeling outcast by a bunch of outcasts, doesn't make any sense. i hate myself enough. i don't need to feel any worse. so instead, i went home. and i let the television scream. and i woke up this morning, and i felt like shit for letting another one go by unlived. why am i so scared to make new friends? why am i so afraid to let them in? an arm's length at all times, we learned to walk sideways to hide our fragile honesty. why am i so scared of being weird? not everything fits in straight little lines. now nothing touches us anymore, we've stranded our ghosts. now where are our shields. why am i so scared to live my life? why do i give up and not even try? we thin the blood to feel comfortable with killing ourselves, emptiness has such quiet hands. why am i so scared to be close to you? why do you give me everything? so let's thin our blood and let our hearts feel tangible again, we're tired of lying and we know that tonight we'll hang by our honesty.