Dave from Work - Hurt Itself

I'm sorry I'm anxious
My jealousy and anguish
I'm sorry I'm upset over upsets
And that I cry, when I see spilled milk
It wasn't you just how I dealt with it
Cause I don't know what to expect
When you tell me that you love me but you're not in love
I'm just naïve I guess I get it
I woke up and smelled the roses and ate fruit that was forbidden
I'm not fully intact, more accurately I'm in ribbons
Shredded by this beast called Depression
And I know it's not a choice to be addicted but I swear that I'm addicted to you
I'm possessive and obsessive and I know I'm self-destructive I'm a mess
And though I know it, I'm just trying to fucking cope over spilled milk

I'm just trying to

Over

We've run out of bowls
Or so I was told
I haven't left my bed to look
Because I can't stand the sight of silverware
The kitchen is a trigger and I've been loaded since the glass first fell
And we shattered on impact
I was embarrassed but our last farewells ended in laughter
And a sudden silence that soon fell after
We both reminisced about the times before the milk spilled
I try to be optimistic but the thought alone gives me chills
And I've decided
That maybe this is for the best
You took good care of my heart and stitched the hole left in my chest
They told me, don't cry but I won't lie
I haven't left my bed in days I'd pray the pain would fade away
But there's no window like the window to the soul of a broken home
And though I try to rest at night I just can't sleep alone
I wish that we could turn back time so that I'm not sitting here trying to fucking
Fucking cope, over spilled milk

Written by:
Jailen Adams

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