My Heart Is A Machine.

i got my heart at a secondhand store
band-aid stitches pull all the pieces together
but i keep falling in love with planecrashes and trainwrecks
twisted art
tie me down to the tracks
you were supposed to be my light at the end of the tunnel
but i guess you were just a train
(run me into the ground)
they call it a crush because its supposed to hurt
"bruised and battered by your words,
dazed and shattered now it hurts"
(anaphylactic thoughts/ cant breathe)
i hope you miss me when im gone
“houston, i think we just crossed the “Rubricon”
point of no return to sender (with love)
bite down on the barrel
where my tongue where used to be (because i was your world)
fly to a place where everyome knows your name
sweet Wysteria Lane dreams
clean filthy mouths with soap opera lies
smoke breaks with the enemy
lunch breaks with the lover
you thought this was a perfect world?
you should have read the fine print
harsh Terms and (even harsher) conditions