Let Me Press Charges

Nothing I wrote was as preety

as the words I wrote about your eyes.

Maybe I should have cared more about your smile, 

than the way you moved throughout a room.

And I should have fell for your jokes,

not the way you made me laugh.

And I guess thats why,

whenever I think of you,

my chest gets tight and my hands start to shake.

You fucking broke me,

too much for anyone else to enjoy,

because no one likes damaged property.