Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

Your hologram stumbled into my apartment. Hands in the hair of somebody in darkness named Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus, and I just watched it happen. As the decade would play us for fools, and you saw my bones out with somebody new, who seemed like he would've bullied you in school. And you just watched it happen. If you want to break my cold, cold heart, just say, 'I loved you the way that you were'. If you want to tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered.

You said some things that I can't unabsorb. You turned me into an idea of sorts. You needed me but you needed drugs more, and I couldn't watch it happen. I changed into goddesses, villains and fools. Changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules, all to outrun my desertion of you. And you just watched it. If you want to break my cold, cold heart, just say, 'I loved you the way that you were'. If you want to tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered.

If the glint in my eye traced the depths of your sigh down that passage in time, back to the moment I crashed into you, like so many wrecks do. Too impaired by my youth to know what to do. So if I sell my apartment and you have some kids with an internet starlet, will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon like it never happened? Could it be enough to just float in your orbit? Can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses? Cooler in theory but not if you force it to be, it just didn't happen. So if you want to break my cold, cold heart, say you loved me. And if you want to tear my world apart, say you'll always wonder. Cause I wonder... Will I always, will I always wonder?

White Heels

Cairo Sweet: No excuses made for your choices, for they are yours alone.

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Beatrice June Harker: Teenage girls are dangerous, Jonathan. They're full of emotional violence and vituperation.

Sixteen, No Doubt

I turn sixteen in three days, so I am listening to songs about being sixteen! Just like how I listened to "Fifteen" by Taylor Swift all the time last year, I found "Sixteen" by No Doubt this year, which I love. Here are some parts of it:

"These children, they're not really bad most of them. They're just products of rotten neighborhoods and bad family situations"

You're only sixteen, try to cross the line. But your little wings are intertwined. Well, you're only sixteen, and you're such a tease, and there's nothing you do that can really please. You know you can't forsake it!
So sit back and take it.

You see you're just not ripe, so don't try and fight that. You're only sixteen, you wanna catch a peek. But they look at you like you're such a freak. Well you're only sixteen with a lot to say, ut they won't give you the time of day.