Emo + Poor

You have to hurt a little while
It feels alright
You have to hurt the ones you love
To pass the time
Then police surround my girl
Take me home
Cause I don’t want to
Think about it
See them someday
I just want to
Eat pills and sleep
And you don’t understand me
How could you now
They want me dead
And I don’t blame them
Orange capsules, estrogen
Make them feel terrible
And I can’t even go on
How could I
It’s getting harder
If love is found it’s fading fast
She feels alright
If love is found with just one glance
I’ll lose my sight
The candle seems to melt away
I ask you take your fucking time with me
Cause I don’t want to think about it
I ignore the arrogant
Insensitive loose way you speak
And you don’t understand them
How could you now
You get so paranoid
And leave them in the
Place you found them
Passively you’ll
Meet me in the hospital
And I can’t even go on
Why would I
It’s getting harder
But you understand me
It’s getting harder
Scoff at them blush
It’s never enough
But you can never ever trust me that’s fine
But you will trust me in time
No harm no shame
Is ever the same
And you can never ever trust me again
You never trusted me then
Love mixed with drugs
Was never as fun
As when I was emotional and poor
I’m still emotional and poor