um. a lot happened, but im not dead. the lyrics were finished a while ago. im... not totally sure how i feel about them anymore, but completed is completed. i might as well post. #songwriting #lyrics "the worst thing" [verse 1] i cant buy lipstick in my favorite shade there are no cosmetics in the color of your hate black could never be so deep no gloss ever match the sheen two rich hues smeared between hate-torn lips, my tongue, your teeth [chorus] so bite my lips and tell me that im not a fling dig your claws, assure me that this means something do i get under your skin half as bad as you do bite my lips and tell me im the worst thing thats happened to you [verse 2] i cant go out tonight in the shirt i like best cause during our last fight you ripped the damn thing from my chest and with my pulse under your hand squeezed out all the words id planned cause of course you understand how quick i cave to your demands [bridge] you spend your days in my dreams (am i the worst thing) your nights tearing at my seams (cause youre the worst thing) but i will never come clean (am i the worst thing) about how much that even means (yeah youre the worst thing) [chorus] so bite my lips and tell me that im not a fling dig your claws, assure me that this means something do i get under your skin half as bad as you do bite my lips and tell me im the worst thing thats happened to you
tHIS IS,,, wOW,,, iT FEELS JUST LIKE ME, rIGHT NOW,,,
im glad that someone could relate. sometimes it feels like the expectation is for your flushed quadrant to be the most important one to you. i think most trolls begrudge having to say anything positive about their kismesis even if that positive something is "this rivalry gives me a sense of purpose and a much needed outlet for all of my frustration." i cant say that im... unaffected by those sorts of reservations. i probably couldnt have posted this as easily as i did if my kismesis had a chittr account.