fuck what you know.

the censorship has sailed.
my hopes for the new year stored in the cargo bay.
the second between oh-seven and oh-eight, was a lonely one.
sent well wishes to the midwest, but you know noone cared.
spent the rest of the night waiting for the letdown we all knew was coming.
called it a year at five am.
cant trust myself, could i even begin to trust you?
resolutions are for people with resolve.
that are capable of change.
theres an anchor making sure i stay set in my ways.
slipped up so many times, the only view i know is the one from the floor.
you make me feel stupid, but in an 'over you' kind of way.
not bright enough(.) to walk away because apparently i like watching this heart break.
and you seem like the perfect candidate, cause everything about you seems so right.
the words, the way i can wrap myself up in you, this stupid smile you put on my face.
and i am the worst kind of person to fall for a person like you.
i will let my guard down once you set yours up.
i will spill my guts as soon as you cut me open.
i will give you my heart when you are walking away.
a permanent mess stands no chance at cleaning themselves up.
a ticking time bomb is sure to explode, its just a matter of watching the clock.
a trainwreck cant find its way to the tracks.
no matter how much i like /you/ like me, we are fucked, you and me.
short attention span meet short shelf life.
we've got a whole three hundred sixty-five to prove them right.
the thing is, i wish i stood a chance at beating the house.