How Mysery Loves Me

If I hadn't learned to control these urges I'd be on the first train, plane or taxi to be with the one who realized too late that we were meant to be.
It's a running joke about you && the oh-so many loves of your life.
How many hearts can one person honestly have?
My feelings are just like a telephone booth, horribly outdated && out of fashion.

You are defined in words that have yet to exist.

As the ghosts make their way through every hallway && attic inside my head, picking over every thought of you, every word you've ever spoken to me,lost lies and black eyes are things they shove back in the dusty cobwebbed corners, just to make room for more scenes of you.
When I lay awake at night, my breath becomes shallow, like I'm taking in too much cold, bitter, winter air.
When wet my hair smells of you, of pictures of you.

We were Team Mysery running through the halls like children on drugs.
The hardcore king && queen of the scene.
You fed me the perfect surgar coated lies, of how it's all just paper bags && plastic hearts, it was the truth just like this;

I would've loved you forever, if you had let me.
I would've loved you forever, if only you'd have stayed.