Torches

fed up with the indecision it seems to be the reason for too many empty visions of romance novels written don't know why i believed in you I can't quite think that far back now, dude my brain's a sunken ship in juice that i thought consuming would be more soothing than reminding myself i'm dusting on a shelf another girl you left who's love didn't depend on whether you ran or not why didn't i listen to him... exactly how far in am in about now? and you post pictures of your body on hers and i can't help but wanna suffer i can't help but wanna torture myself oh god, oh no, there I go again oh ****, oh no there i go again if you've moved on like you said, what are you worrying 'bout, then?