stay tragic

i've written my first song in months
and it's about you
but i won't tell you
(cause you'll know)
when you hear it
and i can't seem to spell
and i keep pressing return
line breaks are more like you and me
anyway
(i wonder how many times i've typed that word)
my heart's not broken
my A/C is though
and these hot summers are going to melt my kingdom
but my friend lives in california
so i shouldn't complain
he always asks me to visit
but USC is so far away
besides he can't hold his liquor
i'd destroy that university if i went
like this place is a ghost town
and i'm the lead
"which man should i kill first?"
she said she liked that new fall out boy song
only cause it reminded her of me

"you've always said people liked you better when you were broken. you should claim royalties"
"that's because mr. hyde is a poet"
"i love the poet. or am i in love with the poet?"

hands shaking but hips docked
if his tongue was a rudder your ship would've sunk
i know i did
goddamn all the ivy leagues
my love is the state university of love
woo pig sooie
but i don't have an accent
and besides, chicago has always been my favorite town
i said i was ready to start writing again
but i don't want you in my voice anymore
you're already behind my eyelids
and i'm the bubble of air travelling
up your aorta
you should always check your needles before you let them in
(i said i was a bad man)
but every girl wants a bad boy
but love couldn't save me
what made you think you stood a chance
but you're the scab i love to pick the most
if i don't see bleeding then it's not worth
anything
"waste the time of my life"
you say you love me
but you know you lie
and you say i'm cynical
though i like the definition much better in spanish cause
it fits you best
anyway 
i write to get this out somewhere
someplace
and this might not be poetry
but this is the closest to a diary that i'll ever get
so i'll carve these words online
so i never forget
how much you broke me
and how i hate myself for it