for the record

fuck your friends. i say it but i dont mean it, but maybe i do, because he tells you he wants to hold you and i fantasize about killing him. see reference: im bitter cocoa and sugar sweet. i take on a voice thats not mine so i can misplace the hurt and hope it doesnt rub back off on me. it never works but persistence sticks. it cant get worse (so she says) but theres a long way to go before it gets better (shes a liar, anyway). sometimes i listen to music you like because its yours. i think of you and so does the rain, and sometimes i think we’re the same, or maybe i just wish we were because i like the way my name sounds when you say it and your blood tastes better than mine. maybe im a creep. maybe one day your least favorite record will catch your eye.

(im addicted to the way you) likelovehate me.