I want a house where I can write in

And play host to all our best friends and their smiling faces


Where we'll run all day

So I'll be tired

It will keep me sane

I'm quite the liar when the sun goes down

I want more from my touch

We're just touching too much

Im hoping that the fire in this place will heat all my unwelcome worries

While I don't want your help,

I can't figure this out myself

Bless your soul.

For being honest

I've become quite ill

From spending all my time alone

I'm proud as hell

Of what I'm doing

I mean, it's love is all

And I can feel it in my hands

I find it odd

That I'm addicted to all my flaws

and that this obsession is my biggest one

I've got heroes that I can't save

I'm playing games I shouldn't play

You're breaking hearts Im driving cars into

I'm okay with your love. I just don't get enough

I can't help believe you when you say that you don't believe yourself

This is what you get for being kind at heart.

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