Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand
yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again
and if i could move i'm sure it would only be to crawl back to you
i must have dragged my guts a block...they were gone by the time we (talked)...
I want to hate you half as much as i hate myself
but you know that i could crush you with my voice
Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
hide the details i don't want to know a thing
I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret
my pen is the barrel of the gun. remind me which side you should be on.
I wish that i was as invisible as you make me feel.