you were the last good thing about this part of town.

im sitting here in the mall parking lot. pill bottles are the new “away message.” sometimes i'm just a goddamned lunatic. but i only keep myself this sick in the head cause i know how you get off on these words. i feel crazy. its obvious wasnt it? so why cant i realize when im overstepping. sometimes i make bad decisions like i am being paid to do so. being so sick that you end up ruining other peoples lives. i was right. messaging you was the problem. i think the only way i can rely on you is relying on you not to ever care. it all makes sense now,why want something with me you already have with someone else?or could have with someone else without all the complications that come with a boy like me.defects.