stop talking. stay with me.

tear stained sheets
smeared make up
i feel weak

my body is empty space
my heart is lost
and thoughts are cocaine laced

and i know its only 8:28
but i dont want to be awake
hoping this is all just a dream
something fake

ive never been the type
to feel so lost
a maze in your eyes

but i guess i was only fooled
by your amazing
"good guy" disguise

the words: i hardly remember
only goodbye
a jumble of lies

like i love you
and ill miss you
but if you do, then why?