Hell, its getting tricky

Theres something very lazy
about your sunrise today

I know I'm thinking too much again
but I know I have to be careful
given how weak I am

Hell, its getting tricky
so much more tricky
but I dont wanna gamble with my heart

The worlds gonna be a poem
The world's turning poets

but these are not poems
they werent carefully crafted
and they're not for fucking fun

This is the spilling of my heart
cut and bled for you
you who I knew I loved...

and for me