She likes to practice her fucked words in my head so she can collect me, so she can cement me to her wall of memories.
I act dumb for practice and that's all that matters.
I loved her and fucked her so she can remember I'm not some...just anyone to forget.

I'm doing it again.
I'm pinning myself down to this old crucifix.
I'm blaming myself.
I'm doing it again.
I'm trying to convince myself that I'll be fine but none of it is making any sense.

My friends are helping to get me to my grave.
I'm frantic and happy.
I'm quiet and manic.
It's okay to smile.
The cameras are mild.
I don't care what you think unless it's about me.
I wish I was like you, so easily amused and abused.