Kiss me hard or not at all.
Because I'm never going to miss you like this again

I can feel myself shaking with complete and total anger
mixed in with fear and frustration
I think that this is how people feel when they say they’re at the end of their ropes
constant headaches and arguing; all in the name of what? It can’t be love
my hair is unruly; my electronic devices are conspiring against me.
I should take this as a sign for what’s to come
but we know I’m too oblivious for that.
I can’t make up my mind on anything
Jumping in vs. holding back
it’s over vs. “give me one more chance”
black shoes vs. brown boots
I make everything a battle