Another emo song

You already know how this one goes
Id rather die by your hand than any other
so here's another song to feed your ego
and give you another tremor you can't shake
another chance you just can't take
hesitate with every thought
You could be happy, but you're just…

not again she screams and its drowned out
by the apathy filtered through the doubt
another angel shot down
you just can't help but feel like
maybe you're holding the gun
and maybe its better this way
we make a living out of convincing
build our lives of bricks made from pride

Well we're all so eager to bleed
To be or not to be
well either way I lose
because life tastes of regret
and the poison tastes like you

All of us kids we finally grew up
living in the days we used to worship
and instead I found that holding on is what I do best
you said so yourself
so how are you shocked
the shot that you blocked
the walls that you built
it doesn't prevent
I just can't give you up

….and I'm still singing
and they still cut like knives
just as loud as the day
those songs saved our lives

you could be happy, but you're just...

Wearing all vintage misery. No, I think it looked a little better on me

Would you still follow them to end of the world?

Taxi Driver III

I never know if you'll be there for tomorrow or disappear like an old crow medicine show, rambling man, The way you go,
radio blasting, even watching you leave has got me asking
you to stay and experience the fall out
boy we can destroy and rebuild until god shows
its not puppy love but I'm one sick puppy because I'm heels over head
like a broke finned guppy, and it's all that I've got, I'm used up you're my lovedrug and I'm addicted,  but I can't breathe

carolina heat in this dangerous summer
I swear if you leave I'll be dead by april
I can't pierce this veil of pride and past by myself
because I'm pretty reckless, a messy spill canvas
a correlation of fears when  left to my own devices,
confusing men and mices, the words are all mixed up,
 Wanting blue pills to make those books alive
so I'll go on a quiet drive
to take them back sunday, all the words I've read
but all I want are yours to come out of your head and wrap me in
piano strings and your alliance . Let's make this four years strong.
they might be giants but we can leave this scene
aesthetics are only skin deep. but this chemical romance is killing me
I need to breathe you in. please. Be my oxygen. be my ink.