"up in our bedroom after the war."

im self - destructive
in pursuit of frivolous things
a relationship without any backing
knowing now i rushed further in
than i was ready for
i slept on the floor

and i locked you out
to prove a point
which still wasnt made
you knocked on the door

i painted everything red
constantly checking emails
hoping i'll get fucked
by someone else

and im getting tired of faking it
saying i feel something i dont anymore

but im obsessed with the drama
of turning true love away
forgetting every promise we made
i cant sleep in the bed we laid