You see the car crash on TV,
And you still don’t believe that they’re gone.
The one who calls you darling and the one that you ran from-
But the truth and the hard part is
There’s nothing left to run from.
And that there’s no effing other ones
So you’re crying now, in the corner,
And you tremble so
Hard to think of home.
Love, I think I
Feel the same
I don’t miss my father and my sister’s gone-
What the fuck am I going home to?
So where else do we go when we finish or forget?
I hold the letters in my shaking hands and the shaking words in my
I can’t believe some people live like this
It’s a little bit frustrating
Thinking you’re nothing to me
And we’re nothing but blackness