I REMEMBER ONCE WE SAT ON BEANBAGS IN YOUR ROOM, HOLDING BOTTLES OF BEER INSTEAD OF HOLDING EACH OTHER. IT'S FUNNY HOW IF I COULD GO BACK TO THAT NIGHT, I WOULDN'T CHANGE A THING BECAUSE YOU LOOKED SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL SITTING THERE COVERED IN YOUR OWN BLOOD. AND BABY IT MAKES ME SAD THAT I AM SITTING ON YOUR BEANBAGS IN MY ROOM; SURROUNDED BY BROKEN SHARDS OF YOUR BOTTLES COVERED WITH MY BLOOD AND IT IS NO WHERE NEAR AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU WERE.

baby, it makes me sad that i am sitting here surrounded by empty packets of (cigarettes) and every time i light one . . . every time i set one on fire i see you in front of me with flames in your eyes. i see you that night; curled up in front of me with blood pouring out of your wrists as smoke pours out of my (cigarettes). i see your arms and neck and legs turned purple because i . . . because i . . .

even in death, you will not leave me alone jack.