little black letters
little black letters
little black letters
spell out
'the end'

little black letters
little black letters
little black letters
spell out
'pretend'

little black letters
little black letters
little black letters
spell out
'contend'

little red lights
little red lights
little red lights
lie to me

little red lights
little red lights
little red lights
sigh to me

little red lights
little red lights
little red lights
die
in front of me

A journal entry writhes in a torrent of grammarless emotion
lit by

little red lights

and made by
little black letters

A silver-lined box sings pixilated despair
lit by

little red lights

and made by
little black letters

It isn't fair,
it isn't fair.

little black letters

It isn't fair.

little red lights

Three months...
and
I
don't
even
care

littleblackletters
littleredlights
littleblackletters…

little
little
oh theyre so little
they dont matter anymore
they dont matter anymore
they never really mattered to me
they used to mean the world to me
buttheyneverreallymatteredtome
theyneverreallymattered
oh infatuation
you never really mattered
you never really mattered
ohinfatuationyoudrug
you never really mattered
ohinfatuationyouharlot
you never really mattered

Her?
Oh, she…
she…
she…
she never really loved me
she never really loved me
sheneverreallylovedme…
she never really loved me back

Her?
Oh, she…
she…
she…
she always really loved him
she always really loved him
shealwaysreallylovedhim…
she always really loved him more

Me?
Oh, I'm fine.
I really did love her.
I really did love her.
But love gets twisted
when it's not held from both ends.

That love? That love that was there?
Oh…

It's gone.