WE LOVE THE USED
THE USED
BULIMIC
from the way you acted
to the way i felt it
it wasn't worth my time
and now it's sad cause all i missed
wasn't that good to begin with
and now i've started you begging
saying things that you don't mean
it isn't worth my time
a lin's a dime a million times
and i'm about to see all of them

goodbye to you
you're taking up my time

you call my name when i wake up
to see things go your way
i'm coughing on my time
each drag's a drop of blood a grain
a minute of my life
it's all i've got just to stay down
why the fuck am i still down
i'm hoarding all thats mine
each time i let just one slip by
i'm wasting what is mine

i'm about to see a million things
i thought i'd never see before and i
i'm about to do all the things i've dreamed of
and i don't even miss you at all
maybe memories
the taste of ink
bulimic
say days ago
poetic tragedy
buried myself alive
a box full of sharop objects
blue and yellow
greener with the scenery
noise & kisses
on my own
pieces mended
*choke me