Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
I wish to feel smaller under your sheets.
I wish for the whole truth every time you speak.
And I’m thinkin’ about how you care half as much for me
As I watch you arrive, smoke cigarettes, sleep.
I want you to miss me back.
I don’t know what hurts more.. Knowing you don’t love me anymore, or knowing you do but you still won’t be with me.
I just want somebody that will fucking want me back.