third times a pattern (fourth times the charm)

its kinda funny that youre the only thing that makes me feel alive but when im around you i want to die more than anything. i think the only thing it proves is that i cant be honest (with me, with you). i bite at the hand that feeds me and catch air between my teeth, where the zipper of your jeans shouldve been. youre running out of time, true blue boy, and im running out of reasons that say its okay to want you in the ways that i do.

im sure they named the golden rule after your eyes.