the sting

i’ve lived without you before

it was hell at the beginning

i know

but we managed to survive 

somehow 

i know it was under different circumstances 

cause you always came back

crawling

moaning

but still

i know hell like the palm of my hand

let me tell you

it’s quite underrated 

down there 

it's always warm 

there's chaos
goodbye letters
ravishing flaws

it’s almost too good to let go 

it’s almost too mild to stay though

if we compare hell to our fights

then

it’s pure sugar, honey

since when did reality become

so boring

since when did our mess

become too complex

to handle

i know what our end looks like 

so spare me the details