We Needed to End

[tonyatthedisco]

 i’m a mas collection of people worst mistakes

their the dogs in the bin that i’m letting them out

lungs filled with the words i would share 

but your to far to reach a page and write to those letters

and i forget the arms that once held meaning

now they hold nothing but scars

i’ll reach through your headphones

and toy with that pretty little heart

the crack in the door is a mantra enough 

please come home to your mistakes

and forget the arms that once held meaning 

now they hold nothing but scars 

i’ll reach through your headphones and toy with that pretty little heart of yours

and he knows i’ve never felt meaning in this sick sad town

but you gave that meaning and i’ll scream and i’ll shout

i’ll reach through your headphones and break that little heart of yours

i gave you mine to bleed 

so why do i still hold on

to the mistakes mistakes you’ve made
(I made this a long time ago, can you tell I was in my FUTCT phase)