I'm giving in
i've seen you cry one thousand times
unsteady ground
could never keep us in the air for long
and i know this is what you wanted
recite the lines
hoping for that happy ending
my hands have reached the bottom of my pockets
i've found i have nothing left but time
where to go?
holding scissors
i'm wondering how to cut so precise
these pictures used to look so right
and i know this is what you wanted
to fill these lungs with empty sighs instead of breathing
and i know this is the nineteenth time you've called me "baby"
and i just look away
