sometimes i like being lied to
if thats what it takes for me to think that you give a shit
everything reminds me of you, i wish i could turn back time, etc
it's all just a joke to you, isn't it?

and as i remember those days my eyes are burning and i feel the tears coming and all i think of is you and that smile and im lying here on the cold tile floor wishing you were here to comfort me with your fake words and your false pretenses and me thinking it means something and feeling alright even though i know tomorrow night this cycle will happen all over again and me wishing i would have thought of this ending the times we laughed our laughs and talked our talks but not walking our walks and im so not ready for love.