mess i made

when we stop remembering who we are
when we start doing things without being provoked
thats crossing the line, isnt it?
thats when we know...

it was all involuntary
when boys
break hearts like toys

but i dont know when
the split between who i am and who i was
ends
it all bends

and that face you make is matter-of-fact
like its something i should know
when innocence is what i lack

and ill say yes
then take it back
but only after its too late
when i scream for what i had

and ill lie in a bed
where i lost my rings
to remind myself of all the careless things

i had to run into
like walls i built up
that i cant get through
when i see eyes that are pale and blue

ill keep running through
trying to get to a heart
i always knew