sip my whiskey—
out of my mind, leave a message
i know these things happen
but your presence, i have a confession
i never asked and i bet with sevens
i think back to days at eleven
a kiss and bliss, the bits — the memories
i’ve lived plenty and i can tell you life is scary
but regardless, every memory
every thought and accessory
these things burn like gasoline in your veins
and kill like knives to the brain
i know life is insane, but feeling this way
i blame myself and not you and under the blue
i always knew i’d never kill you, that it would be me all along
and that we probably never belonged
but all the consistencies and coincidences were built as if this were destiny
so if you ask me, moments like this were clearly transparent
and chance never played the game – everything was preordained