This is where I put things I like in black boxes

I walked, cause you walked
but I won’t probably get very far
sensation to what you said
but I’m not about to expect something more
I would not have run off
but I couldn’t bear that it’s me
It’s my fault
I should not be so lost
but I’ve got nothing left to love


Lover, will you look from me now
I’m already dead
but I’ve come to explain
why I left such a mess on the floor
For when you went away
I went crazy. I was wild with the breast of a dog
I ran through the night
with the knife in my chest
with the lust of your loveless life

What is it about three day weekends that makes me so reluctant to go back to classes?