You Poisioned Me with your Weaknesses

Wilted roses...
it takes a lot for me to break.
Hard surfaces.
Soft insides.
Somehow you managed to break through my shell
into the center of my heart,
somehow you entered my core...
poisoning me with your weaknesses,
twisting and turning my insides.
You left me with a jumbled mess...
it will take the janitor a while to clean it all up...

Say hello to the butterfly with broken wings.

Too wounded to fly away from the place that holds me captive... from the person who still has my heart.

I don't forget you now...
you seem to destroy all other thoughts.
You locked inside my head
and I can feel you pounding against the walls..
trying to tear me down.
I'll let you in on a secret... it's working.

I think you knew you were my heroin...
I think you knew that all I needed was a taste.
One single kiss and I was hooked... y
ou were my candy...
sweet on the outside, tart in the inside.

Listening to The Postal Service's Such Great Heights...

It's all I can listen to now; I can feel it beating in my heart... ringing in my ears.

"...Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away when I am missing you to death..."

I'm on repeat, overplaying myself.

I crawled inside myself... and if you look closely,
I think you'll see a little girl cowered in the corner clutching herself with cold hands...
if you look closely into my eyes...
you'll see the faded hazel eyes bleeding,
the wilting flowers and the butterfly with broken wings.

If you just look closely.

You rule me now,
so take what you want and just leave...
all that's left is a box with a dying heart...
go ahead and take it...
you seem to take everything else away...
if I cried you puddles in a tissue would you take those away from me too?

I'm on repeat again... overplaying myself...

Keep using me... keep breaking me. I should be immune by now. I feel like your whore...

I'm always there when you need me...
never there when you want me...