hope it hurts

cause you love me more

i keep holding down strings
only to forget what they mean
and struggling to remember
last december

i wont miss the winter

when everything dies
reiterating how fast this time flies
and all the stupid goodbyes
that wont mean anything tonight

really,

im ready to cut the strings
forget about all the old things
six years dont mean a thing
when we cut fingers with golden rings

and im so ready

to get this over with
fuck the puzzle;
nothing fits
and im so over it

she keeps saying

"this is home"
but to who?
i left it spotless
like brand new

maybe to you

and i want it to be too
but i just cant give this
crimson stained nightmare
anything to miss