My cynical opinion of love, coming out here :P
I made a snap decision. To break apart
With cold precision, and splinter my heart
I'll hide the pieces.
You'll never have all of me.
I wrote your name beside mine
Sighed, and hated the sound
They only call it falling in love
Because you hit the ground.
There's something I read once
Something that sticks
A girl and a boy
And how he kissed another's lips.
There are cracks in the ceiling between my toes.
And did you know?
Everything tastes better in a shot glass.