a penny for your thoughts, a nickle for your lies.

maybe we're more broken than we allow anyone to see.
after all, the things worth knowing are usually what we hide first.
steps back but hands forward...
when will you be ready to let go?
you're not my type anyways.
perfect is so overrated.
the lies are comfortable because they keep reality at a distance
the sun rises and a new day begins, but we find ourselves in the same hole.
digging deeper and not getting out
where are the hands to help you out?
the room spins and gets dark
who's there with you in the end?
second, third, fourth chances don't exist.
only firsts.
first kisses.
first misses.
what's the point in making plans if they never really turn out how you'd like them to?
i like it when you answer my dreams
i find myself in bed more often just to be closer to you.
we're all just a heart beat away from loss.

who do you want there in the end?
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