Stop This.

November 3, 2011
Say my name, what do you hear? Does it roll off your tongue like all your other goodbyes, or does it trigger an everlasting fear?

What did you say? I shouldn't worry? Sir, our past was quite blurry.

Whose that man? That man is envy, and you know it kills you. I know he wants to come inside, but tell him to leave your door. He comes every so often, and he keeps wanting more.

Throw away all the pictures babe, they don't mean a thing anymore, not with that menacing man at your door.

Tell him to go away, tell him you love me. You always tell the truth, but what do you do when you run out of things to say?

You always were my favorite.

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