beanpoophead
Bluelighter
I did it so you’d love me
because I knew
I would have to come back for more
each night I came and came and came
so we could put a million dollars
up my nose
and now it feels like a million miles away
a million minutes of pain painted on a mirror
that someone somewhere probably threw away
cracked and broken in an alley
amongst those who crave the friend we used to cut
now a million moments later I still sit here
I still sit here and wonder why
I thought it would feel good to be some other girl
who didn’t know the meaning of to do or not to do
scars left marks on my arms where I cut my own skin
like the lines I used to cut, except these are red
white cured the pain that red now brings
staring out on my balcony
looking at the cars as they drive past
would they ever stop and think...
That girl up there, with her cleveage flooding out
smoking her cigarette, with a look of lonely
in her tear stained, forever wondering blue eyes
loves to have chemicals burn those eyes ro red
And so im waiting
for all these addictions to pass
I started them all to be something beautiful
and all I got was a hopeless gap
between two nostrils
and a life that is something less
it costs a penny to throw away
and even that...
is to much.
because I knew
I would have to come back for more
each night I came and came and came
so we could put a million dollars
up my nose
and now it feels like a million miles away
a million minutes of pain painted on a mirror
that someone somewhere probably threw away
cracked and broken in an alley
amongst those who crave the friend we used to cut
now a million moments later I still sit here
I still sit here and wonder why
I thought it would feel good to be some other girl
who didn’t know the meaning of to do or not to do
scars left marks on my arms where I cut my own skin
like the lines I used to cut, except these are red
white cured the pain that red now brings
staring out on my balcony
looking at the cars as they drive past
would they ever stop and think...
That girl up there, with her cleveage flooding out
smoking her cigarette, with a look of lonely
in her tear stained, forever wondering blue eyes
loves to have chemicals burn those eyes ro red
And so im waiting
for all these addictions to pass
I started them all to be something beautiful
and all I got was a hopeless gap
between two nostrils
and a life that is something less
it costs a penny to throw away
and even that...
is to much.

