Bermuda.
Your is heart so Bermuda ,
the way I’m sinking in it
Call me Amelia ,
when you finally get it.
Please don’t be another triangle shape regret
I’ve had too many of those.
You’re a judgmental angel ,
praying for my salvation
A ungentle attempt at a justification ,
but I don’t think you can ever save me.
When you know the whole truth ,
maybe you’ll hate me.
Scratch that.
I know you will.
Don’t wait up on me.
Don’t care.
Call me deadweight and throw me in the ocean
If I sink to the bottom before the sirens tear me apart ,
maybe I’ll weigh heavier than the anchor that is your heart…
I can never call you mine cause nothing ever is.
I’m a thief from blood ,
and the God in my ear
She takes , and she takes , and she’ll take you from here.
She’ll nibble at my fingers till I have to let you go.
If you don’t already leave when you finally know.
I was better off alone.
I don’t know why you came.
I never asked for your help,
I never asked for anything.
Who am I to ask when it’s all hers?
So go on, get.
I don’t wanna see you again.
…
My cardinal sin,
the one I’ve buried in my skin,
was my exile for being what I’ve always been.
A thief.
An addict.
A well-dressed criminal.
I’m sorry I lied.
That’s all.
