The weather’s just like me today: dark, dreary, and sucking the life out of everyone around. Oh, saint of love, you’ve got a battle with me. Watching all those girls and their boyfriends, flowers and choclates exchanging hands. Don’t worry about him, some day you’ll be dead and gone. Oh, and he’ll be over there fucking your mom.
Cynicism has been sending me letters. Breathe in the anthrax, babe. Alone in my bedroom, this heart has gone hollow. A million papers scarred with letters I could make out to you. Am I alone in this head of mine? Am I alone in this heart? Get me out of here, get me some reason for life. Give me my heart back, shards and all. Kiss me in this clouded rain, so maybe I can see again. I’m desperate for some cherished moments. Let this world drown us in misery, and we’ll both meet again in hell.
Less Than Three;Rikki [soaked to the heart]