The Uniquorn

seventeenthstar:

How did I get here
And why the hell did it take this long?
I’ve buried a best friend
inside my trashcan you left outdoors

And you dropped me in the mailbox, my face paint still left on
And you accused I never loved you
I could say nothing to change your mind

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie
My smile has become empty
Heard you’ve been looking for me
Come on kid, you know where I would go

See lately, lately, lastly
I would love for you to ask me
where the line between my pen and mind’s at war 
I tell MOST the truth, you know

My voice is a hatchet. It’s forgotten how to whisper soft.
My mind is a bucket, And it captures the rain
Sinking through the ceiling, landing on the rooftops 

You told me you were filled up with love… I said, “You’ve lost it.”
You said a mess of errors, you know not what it costs yet
But I know, I know, I know 

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie
Heard you’ve been looking for me
Come on kid, you know where I would go

See lately, lately, lastly
I would love for you to ask me
Where the line between my pen and mind’s at war
I tell most of the truth, you know.

They say I’ve lost it all. I watched them burn all the pictures of good pain on the beaches.

And oh, if this is rock bottom…
Then I say “goddamn the view from here is breathtaking…”

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie
My smile has become lazy
Heard you’ve been looking for me
Come on kid, you know where I would go

lately, lately, lastly
I would love for you to ask me
Where the line between my pen and mind’s at war
I tell most of the truth you know. 

How Did I Get Here? || Dia Frampton

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