'sorry' cant make me love you

'self love' i never really loved anything but myself

its an obsession and a show

old ash and young volcanoes 

world behind my eyes, nothing past my nose

only ever stepping on past marks made by beat up shoes

the dirt covered by cement

im not who i am, its a punishment to be anything at all

i cant run away from myself fast enough

falling on trust falls

youre right, we're only golden at night

i only talk to hear you tell me im still worth the eye bags and missed calls

live for myself but cant live right at all

is it still worth it?

am i?