i'm the postergirl for disappointment.

tonight is a brand new shade of blue, and i am terrified by how inward i can tremble. i'd bet everything i've ever had that i'm what broken looks like.

my mirror's singing "goodbye" but my heart's screaming that those don't exist.

an empty glass, an empty heart, an empty mind. oh, how did we get here and from where have we come? i feel so teathered but hope smells fresh; this path has forked at the worst possible place. i hope you feel brave for having made it so far away, because i feel nothing at all.

no use crying (over spilt guts).

took a look in the mirror and asked for my best shot; looked my worst and felt about the same. asked the image on the wall for a little bit of insight, and got: "you're nothing more than dialogue and i'm done reading between the lines."

so tell me how it feels to get sick of yourself, 'cause i'm done cashing in on all the credit you give me.

the red carpet went up in green flames today.

there's a puddle on the floor and i should clean it up before someone slips.
but there's something about the mess that helps me sleep through the night.

out of sight, out of mind, out of body.

i'm the book on the shelf with dust between the pages, wishing you'd open me up instead of blow me off. i'm the papercut that wakes you up when you've fallen in to dreamland instead of taking notes, and i'm the dream you had when you were five that's causing you to check your closet twice a night before you can shut your eyes.

i'm nothing more than what others consider bad news, and i let them think it because it's easier than showing them otherwise. dreams and hopes fill my mind on a daily basis, and i keep them to myself, stuck between the lines of a song you never really wanted to listen to.

I chew on tin foil to remember your voice.

She's sold her body to buy a ticket out and now that she's got a way, she realizes she's got nowhere to go. There's pictures on the wall covering the holes that she never wants to see again, and she wonders if her life will always consist of smaller mistakes that she uses to hide the bigger ones. There's not much to do for herself these days, so she chooses to do for the rest of the world; kicking holes in her head while digging them for wellwater in a faraway country.