I light the flame of pure escape
I run side by side with just enough self-hate
I hide on clouds and glasses made for shots
I'm probably lying more often than not
I'll cry you a river
If you sing me a song
I'd never buy it again
If I could weather the storm
He's such a creep after just ten hits
He's so annoyed that he throws bitchy fits
I can't separate him from me
I don't really want to
Because it's comforting
