all that i am made of

fuck coloring inside the lines
ive seen beauty that intertwines.

and i hate the way we hide
behind sleazy doors and closed hotel blinds
and the way we fake like we dont care
when you know for damn sure i do.

but i like the way my hands still shake around you
like im cold, but you dont know
then the butterflies erupt
when you speak and my thoughts corrupt

yeah, i understand
but for once i wish i didnt
and i wish i didnt care
but this just isnt fair

waiting on texts
that show me you care
just so you can be distant
when youre right there

but this is what i get for damning myself
to love someone before i love myself
but the idea was just so great
and the feeling of my heart rate

but now youre turning into someone i hate
leading me on to break my heart
telling me you like me
then watching me fall apart