i'd like to say i'm ok now

but i have realised that i just cant be trusted

i'd hate to have to let you down

but i will because i'm fractured at the moment

i've learned to appreciate the taste of blood in my mouth

so i trip my impulses over

and bolt them down

oh no, its not you, it is me

its just my exhausted ribcage

so i trip my silly impulse and bolt it down

i'm too tired

i've heard it gets better

lets stay up till morning

predictable romantic

i hope it gets better

i want to stay up talking to someone like you

and listen to someone like you