If you woulda told me the truth we’d be alright

Late nights with headphones

"This isn’t a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad, this is a story about how I learned something"

So I wrote this down with you in mind, I took out a loan on my free time. And I know I’m repetitive it’s because I haven’t made it yet- I haven’t found a road just yellow bricks with a note saying “make your own”. And it gets so hard sometimes trying to make a dime and free up some time without having to worry about walking straight lines. And I’m sticking to sidewalks and avoiding long talks because honestly I’m getting bad with honesty, I don’t want to give friends an opportunity to turn back stabbing into a trend. See I just want to breathe and not break apart piece by piece, not have to find a way to cover my feet but I’m probably just tearing myself up over nothing it’s not like friendships worth a pussy, right? It’s not like a girls ever been the reason for a fight- you’d think I wouldn’t have to worry about these things. But my walkman keeps me walkin and my past never lets me stop movin- Because I know what staying still can do to a guy like me or a girl you but I’m not suppose to talk about this, this part is censored by doors and moods so let’s move on the part where I go home to deal with aches, take some pills and let my mind stray. For a guy like me nothings ever enough, nothing’s ever change, I can write this down 100 times and my mind still leaves it plastered on the inside of closed eyes. And I know I need to take what I say to heart but life’s not a painting and I’m really only good with art but from what they say realizing it is the hardest part so where do I go from here? I know I have problems but if you woulda told me the truth we’d be alright but now it’s different I can’t keep you around without thinking the shit coming out of your mouths a lie… And this isn’t even about you, it’s about all of them, like notches on my bed post secretly meant for friends.