reality swims in the space beyond my eyes,
all bittersweet endings and gingerbread lies
as i lie on my back and watch the planet spin
around, praying to god to make it all end

make it all break and make it all burn down, 'cause
honey who said armageddon couldn't be raw-blazing
beautiful and we'll make it that way, with your dreams
with my nightmares, with your magic pen personalised with
a name that isn't yours

but maybe it could be
in another life that we might share

but sweetheart, you said, be careful because
fantasies can be a dangerous thing
when they make you hate this world even more but
i think it's too late, i think i already hate

but maybe tomorrow i'll see the light
and stop saying hope is four-letter lie and maybe
i'll untangle from this spiderweb shatter pattern
of the innocence i lost, the childhood i murdered with
my own fucking hands because i was desperate to grow up

but i only fell apart

into pseudonyms and confusion, empty poetry
& scars, wet hair crushed miracles
and lullaby tears

(the ugly duckling grew up to be an ugly duck)

while you and i can murder the sunrise all we
want but the morning is still coming to get me and i'm
still all alone with that listless grey light that seeps
through the cracks in the shutters and then
the alarm's going off and nothing is alright

but maybe today i'll just give up the fight.