don't skip to the point
you'd say
let this last
let me be your world
but
if you were the world
I'd like to tell you
don't trust the perfect ones

those are the ones
who thrive
who feed
who flourish
off of broken hearts

it's too bad you're not
my world

when I think about it
there's nothing I'd rather have
than being in your arms
but it's kinda too late now
right?

and then I take a second shot
missing terribly
I've reached my decision
I like the world the way it is.

Without you.

you know, that knife?
that was yours
funny how that works
right?

or I think.
it might have been fun
after all.
but I'll whisper this to you up there
I want to know
whisper it to me
let the wind blow it into my hair

Did you make your way?