it's whats inside that drives us crazy

look down
as bullets drop
and tears fall
while hearts break.
drop guns
as their back turns
their eyes look away
and your kisses land on their cheek.

watching the shadow of the sun as it rises, the smell of her body and her sheets still linger on his skin. he's never been the one to leave in the morning, but then again he's never been led on. he knows she doesn't care if he stays or if he goes,
she'll find someone new in a few hours.
it's daylight outside but her curtains are pulled and it's hard to see in her bedroom. in complete darkness he pulls on his shirt and puts his shoes on his feet. he's memorized her room, memorized it in a night; his last night. 
his stomach growls and he's hungry for food and 
somewhere in his heart he's hungry for her. 
she was a beautiful lover and he wants to stay with her, but he wants to leave her even more.

i guess being with you is like touching a burning bulb of light,
it's hot and you burn. but as much as i get hurt, morbid curiousity fuels my want to keep touching,
see what would happen if i touched it for a few seconds longer this time, 
if i touched you one more time. by the end of the day, my hands are burnt red to a crisp
and it's hard to switch the light off.

today i asked about your plans
and how much they had to do with me
i wanted to know if i was a part of your future
and when i found out i wasn't
i was happier than i thought i'd be.
i don't want to be in your plans
i want to forget who you really are
and just remember our good times
and i won't be able to do that if i'm by your side.