my lips, can barely stutter these words. 

im staring out at the end of my crushed little world.

and to think, this is all your fault. 

a million scenerios have played through my head

i feel like grabbing the phone but grab my pencil instead

i could write myself a million miles away

a million reasons to leave, but you're the reason i'd stay

my heart, is beating out of my chest

i'm swallowing pills just to try and get rest

and i know, this is all my fault

a third coast boy with a some west coast dreams

not even as happy as im making it seem

it's all a facade, infact im really a mess

i'd ask for you back if i thought you'd say yes

im stuck. i'm at an all time low. 

if you'll just leave me alone i'll pack my things up and go. 

i can start a new life and it wont involve you

i know it sounds crazy, but what else can i do?

i'm stuck. i think im losing my mind

when i hear "hands down" i think of you every time

now things have changed and im letting you go

but before i leave i just want you to know

that im stuck. 

i plan on using tonight to hang from the night sky and pretend im completely okay with all of this. im inconsistent and have been falling face first since day one. as for right now, i've got my heart locked and (i plan on getting) loaded. less moving lips and more shaking hips. maybe they can talk me down from my high horse because apparently i've lost touch with reality. most of what you know about me is a facade. (smoke and mirrors and such.) sometimes i want sleep, but lately my dreams haven't even been a pleasant escape. every day i want to change but every day i'm still the same. i'm just a plane ticket away from bumping heads with the west coast. maybe then i'll finally come out of my shell and turn 20mg smiles into real ones.

i want to make the left side my strong side.