There is pouring glue in every scar
of my heart for every time you've
told me that you could fix me.
I've got traces of dissolved pills
behind my tongue for every time
that you kissed me.
Where do broken lovers go? Do we
play hide and seek in graveyards of
hope? Do we fall into the arms of
eternal sleep to cure our numbness?
Take me to rehab; this heart you gave
me is tired of wasting heartbeats on you.
