You have a certain characteristic that gives you the means
to not feel a fucking thing for anyone that isn’t you.
Now tell me you’re not fucking selfish.
For every kind hearted word that I spoke to you.
I beg I could take back every syllable you ripped from my mouth
as I screamed for you to understand.
What it feels like to not be as important to someone as they are to you.
Well I’ve been on both ends and my lesson was learned.
So I tell the stories of collapsed lungs
so maybe the fortunate could get a fighting chance to just cut and fucking run.
