PeteMcIntireWriter

I’ll show you my sins that say your absurd

I gave away my golden ticket,

she didn’t treat me how I deserve.

I get my pain from other people,

I can’t accept from you my hurt.

Now I’m right back where I started

headed beneath the earth.

It’s okay, I’m fine;

it’s okay, I’m fine.

I remind myself with every step,

walking amongst the trees.

It’s okay, I’m fine;

it’s okay, I’m fine.

I remind myself over & over,

while I cover my body in ink.

Remember that time,

when we ran away from home to remember we were alive?

Remember that time,

when you grabbed my hand & dried my eyes, to bring me back to life?

Now my nails are filled with dirt,

my skin is weathered & burned still you spoke to me those words.

“I loved you then & even more now, until god comes back to earth.”

It’s okay, it’s on me;

it’s okay, It’s on me.

My broken pieces won’t fix themselves,

this isn’t Beauty & the Beast.

It’s okay Love, it’s on me.

You really learn who’s there, after you spend an entire thanksgiving without so much as a text from anyone that you would bleed for.

dont worry, im not talking about you.

i know YOU, were busy.

i know that i didnt miss anything anyway.