I know it. I knew it before it even started.
I have no right, I know, but I can't help it.
Electric through my mind.
Electric through my heart.
Heard it at least four times - I love you.
Heard it at least seven times - Trust me.
While talking you could show me, and not just fuck it over.
On a bathroom wall I wrote:
"I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else."
I took a piss and dismiss it like fuck it and I went and found somebody else.
Fuck arguing or harvesting the feelings, I'd rather be by my fucking self.
You weren't perfect but you made life worth it.
Stick around, real feelings might surface.
Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom gripping you up fucking and choking you.

With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing?
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E.
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely.