*Atomic bomb goes of* keeps scooping ice cream at my Minimum wage paying job.

Well shit. 

I've never been that close before

Never let go that much or lost that much control 

felt different this time 

And now It's my fault your head has been filled with clouds.

Probably your worst day and you want to know what I did

I scooped ice cream. I scooped ice cream when you burned thousands of Dollars in 3 seconds. Which really was all the seconds of the night added up and mushed together Into those 3. All the seconds that should have weighed your eye lids down and sealed them closed, but instead I held them open for way too long. When the clouds started to look at the Real estate your mind had to offer, I just scooped some ice cream. 

we were just being young and dumb for the moment. Didn't realize one moment could take a lot more away

Im scared

Yeah guilt is worst 

I don't know what I'm doing with you 

But your a habit that makes me nervous, and that's always been my favorite kind 

Plain Jane

Ive been staring at a face I usually would skim over. Plain Jains are a phobia. I see a white piece of paper of where you are standing. But instead of holding a paint brush to add to it, I just walk on by. I used to be more drawn to blank canvas. Always thought they were hinding somthing, somthing under all that nothing. Turns out when you tear it apart you find more white then the clouds have ever seen In each other. And more empty then my third grade birthday party. Words like, flat line, or Mediocre come into play. If I surround myself with locked doors that I've never known where locked, then how am I supposed to get out. If I keep limiting myself because of comfort, my life will stay at a standstill. Anxiety is real, but so is Santa. Your brain can make up a trillion thoughts a minute but maybe only one comes through. And being me is scary. But being a plain Jane is a hell of a lot scarier.

Mellodramatic teen poetry that has nothing to do with blackout

You told me the only reason you wear a seat belt is cause of me 

But now I think you wear it out of habit 

You know I've never became a habit before

Coach says best way to form a habit is to do  somthing 10,000 times correct 

We did that

I have 10,000 different places in my mind that are filled with memories that maybe weren't so correct but all of you

All With a blurred scenery spinning fast in the background 

The Background used to be crisp like black 

But then it went white 

Now it's just at grey 

And the habit creeps back in occasionally 

It's so easy to fall back into it

But climbing out sucks so I decided to installed an elevator because I knew it would keep happening 

Your the reason for the tears 

But I also blame the salt in the water 

Cause I didn't want salt in my eyes

It just burned them

I'm over you. 

But it sucked getting here, so thanks. 

And remenber to buckle up please.