Take Me Back..

please take me back.
just..
back to when we talked.
when we talked and blew off our best friends,
just to talk to each other.
when we didn't know each other.
before i knew about your "habits".


my day was good untill i called you.
my mom and i had all day around downtown to do nothing.
nothing but loll around in furniture stores,
and look at atiques.
like i said,
my day was good.
untill i called you.

so this is life.
i found something i want.
but it can't be just so.
it sucks that i'm OCD.


everytime you're with him,
something bad happens.


YOU
FUCKING
CAN'T
GET
ADDICTED
TO
WEED!

"but i need it."

i'll bet you want it because it's all people talk about.

isn't it funny,
how everytime we get into a scuffle,
you want to "go to bed"?

i don't think it is..

i wish i could go back to last night,
when your word actually ment something to me.

where your kisses were comfort,
love,
and pride.

where is the "you" that i had last night?

i feel like shit right now.
i feel like my day has just gone down the drain.

i'm afriad that you'll break up with me,
because i'm trying to get in the way of your "problem".

i'm afraid that all your friends will hate me.

why should i care about your friends though?

you don't give a fuck about mine..


my house is so empty right now,
and i feel like the bottle of lithium in my cabinet,
is calling my name.
tempting me.

even though this isn't a good enough reason to end things,
i feel like all it's going to do,
is tear us apart.

and i knew if you told me you didn't love me,
i wouldn't make it out alive.

i can't barley see straight because of my tears.
tears mixed with mascara and eyeliner.
ouch.

even that can't compare,
to the flame licking my bare skin,
my veins so close to the top of my skin.

i hope i burn.
i hope everything burns,
underneath that flame.

i wish we could go back.

that's all that i want right now.

all i want is you.