I'm currently thinking about trying to trick a Doctor into giving me an MRI and framing it so you can have my insides... just because it would be less painful and easier on the cleanup process for you. Think about it and get back to (at) me.
I should have called Kate and asked her to build me a model scale version of New York City because I sure had one helluva great idea for a disaster.
Let's play this game amongst friends called brutal honesty and find out where we stand. Just to remind them that I maintain a razor sharp tongue and won't hesitate to use it on myself... after all I've been a starving vampire these past few months, toasting to the blood of my enemies.
I found myself on the street out in front of your house trying to catch you kissing safe thoughts goodbye. I was fighting back the urge to scream "I'm coming up to break your heart" when I saw that you were sleeping with the light on... like you were dying to be found out. I'm so adorable in the rain.
This thing ain't beating in my chest, its counting down. Red pills make my heart speed up. The two of you have that in common.
Okay kids, If you want to know the truth...Here it is (Ages 9 and younger don't try this at home)
For this lab experiment you will need a stolen quarter with a slight loss of hope
1) Throw a quarter up in the air
2) Count the seconds until it hits the ground
That's how much time is left before this all falls apart...
My speech isn't so slurred now is it?
Let's make some mistakes and be proud of them... Because right now I've got the sickest stomach and a mind that gives it competition.
Now get on out there and break dance not hearts.
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