tragedy, they call it

oh, but heartbreak is so beautiful

if i smashed your heart with this sledgehammer

and threw it across a canvas

would they call it art?

tragic... but that always sells, doesn't it?

if i wrote our fairy tale as a play

and killed us both in the end

would that be too sad?

i just wanna break your heart

and my fortune cookie said

to appreciate beauty in all forms

i always had a taste for affliction

you know,

apathetic is what happens to a soul

when you leave it in the rain

the ink runs together

and everything becomes indistinct

you should be more careful

not to leave your bike outside

it'll rust, you know

oh, this vicious cycle

mine or yours?

i can't break free

but it feels so nice right now

i was always a glutton for gratification

do you know why the caged bird sings?

because i surely can't be happy in this illusion

and how do you make it seem like more?

mirrors, i suppose

can you do that trick with the rabbit in the hat, too?

and i know,

i need to leave before i get in too deep

swimming is not my forte

and i've drowned in relationships before

so i'll break your heart tomorrow,

i promise

even though you never kept any of yours

but,

i keep thinking...

what if this actually meant something?

oh fuck, i always was too soft.