cortland

that knife is lookin real pretty

that bottles lookin good

let the pills inside

do what no man could.

it feels better to think this

even if its not true

every day distorted

just to find an excuse

im so sick of writing

im so sick of thinking and feeling and all the shit

and that one small phrase

isnt the common denominator

(is it?)

i used to wonder

why people smiled

even when their heats were broke

and why they laugh

like life is a joke.

but now i have

that twinkle in my eye

and give you

such a sinister good bye.

i go to my room

and laugh for hours

as if i hold

all the worlds powers.

because i feel so special

holding such a big secret

playing the game

how long can you keep it?

do something dangerous

just to feel the thrill

do something unhealthy

just to test your will

never touch a person

so they cant affect you

never look in a mirror

because it will just reflect you.

but a bright pink sticker

on everything you want

lets keep it quiet,

act nonchalant.

lets slam doors,

lets not talk,

we'll draw a line down the middle

with an old piece of chalk

we'll call it even

all said and done

you take the moon

and ill take the sun.

we'll call it even

even when yr dead

even if you froze

to death instead.

you take one

ill take the other

and well walk away

and forget about each other.