i dont want to remember
i want that memory
out of my head.

i want it gone
(i want you gone)
but i would never tell you
cuz it would ruin you.

and i know im a bitch
god, im such a bitch,
and i know i ruin you,
and i am so sorry.

i cant help it anymore.
i dont even know
where the fuck
i am.

i ran somewhere,
and i did something
that i probably
shouldnt have.

i dont plan on
going home.
this is my home now.
wherever the fuck i am.

i like it here.
its dark.

it suits me better.
i mean, david,
i love you.
i do.

but darkness
is (so)
much (better)
for (me).