ariel

drunk girl writes about being in love and fucking up
she clutches ariel to her chest like a bible
singing "c'est la vie when God makes you pretty"
and she said she doesnt know what it means to take turns
when your curves will always mean more than your words

if shes sober, she makes herself lonely
i told her i love her
but she said she'll always be the only?
but i hate the way she told me
her heart too far off to realize how coldly

but i remember the bold me knowing
what a burden can be
when you can look but never see
though you say for you its easy

but is it?
drinking everything to feel anything
wonder what it took to bend
what it took to leave such a pretty girl unkempt
and who you'll be when i re-mend
because i believe i can

but thats not love is it?

trying to change will make a heart rearrange