I Couldn't Even Die For Myself, What Makes You Think I'd Do It For You?

heartbreak phase 4-obstinance/reflection

feel like i never left that hotel room one thousand miles from home. My body got up and left me sitting all alone on plain white sheets staring at the matching drapes, yesterdays makeup running down my face. cold but too numb to turn up the thermostat on the AC

Whats your name? Who are you? Someone precious once so close to me Whats your name? Who are you? Someone i dont Want to forget

Someone i didnt want to

my blood is looking for somewhere else to live. it knows the shape of my memories and i once read somewhere that you can tell whats missing by the shape of the hole that's left behind but when i mapped all of the empty spots inside the shape i drew looked just like you

Why'd you go? Where are you? Your name used to be My first thought every morning Why'd you go? Where are you? Somewhere that I couldnt follow

Somewhere you didnt want me

My ribs are wishing That they were vacant. That they could be an empty cage. my heart hasnt felt at home in my chest forever it seems that It isnt that i was never enough It wasnt that i was too much only that i couldn't fill your cup

Whats your name? Who are you? Why'd you go? Where are you?

Another time

(if you listen on a quite night in room 207 they say you can still hear me)

Another place

Haven't we- Have i met you somewhere?

Could i ask you Your name?