It Was Just How You Looked In The Light

And sometimes all the lit houses I walk by, I'm just dying to be inside.

I'm too green to feel blue. Random letters string a long to form a sentence, as ransom notes fall off of your tongue. Your love would be Hell, but it's just not hot enough baby. My head is a giant mess of happiness and fucked-up-ness. 

One pill to breathe, another to sleep, and the last one to feel okay in my skin again. You're not even bad news, you're old news. That's just my heart I keep choking on, as three little words continuously get stuck. It was never me, it was always you. 

TrueFuckingLove