Who Pulled The Pin On My Heart Grenade?

"I use my lungs for everything but breathing..." 

I'm writing this with every little bit of shame building up in the back of my throat, throwing it all up and watching them fly away like the butterflies in my stomach. I'm daydreaming like wartime pigeons dying letter-by-letter. 

You always have a way of getting me to admit that my tongue works harder than my heart. 

Tide is out for now, but these memories are a flood. 

"The worst thing about forever is that you can't take it back..."