ok?

ok? 

I don’t , want to get high or drunk out of my mind 

I just want to stare into your beautiful eyes 

Make up doesn’t disguise that you’re hurt inside 

I know you want to fix the world 

you move a little closer to me 

ask me a question 

i don’t have the answer 

so you leave 

now I’m pouring a drink 

why didn’t i say its true? 

I love you 

i f*****g hate myself right now 

our minds are fucked-up 

we both know we can’t clean-up

All the mess we made 

All the nights we prayed 

we’d be ok 

we are not ok. 

measuring our hight on the white wall at the back of the kitchen 

where we’d dance to George and Ringo 

Will I get used to this?

Not being with you 

I don’t know what to do 

Singing the blues 

The Thrill Is Gone 

Evil is going on 

I know you want to fix the world 

But how can we when we can’t even fix ourselves? 

i f*****g hate myself right now 

our minds are fucked-up 

we both know we can’t clean-up

All the mess we made 

All the nights we prayed 

we’d be ok 

we are not ok. 

guitar solo

our minds are fucked-up 

we both know we can’t clean-up

All the mess we made 

All the nights we prayed 

we’d be ok 

i f*****g hate myself right now. 

Author's Note

swearing.