Plan B

Push-pinned my picture to your wall
 Framed it in pieces of argyle
 There's a thread for every minute
 I missed my chance to begin it
 I could feel the pressure building up
 As I cram it to the top
 A coffee can filled with letters
 The gears begin to pop
 As the tension drops
 We've fallen down
 Someday, you won't be around for me to fall back on
 We've fallen down
 Someday, you won't be around for me to fall back on
 It's so awkward to say goodbye to you
 The tensest moment when I fail to follow through
 I'm all wound up, and then you tighten the screws
 My want turns to need as you slip on the noose
 As I push my pen across your page
 Casting my spell like a first level mage
 My epic battle between love and rage
 A melodramatic mess not fit
 For my age
 We've fallen down
 Someday, you won't be around for me to fall back on
 We've fallen down
 All my innocence has drowned since you've gone
 She says I'm changing every day
 (She wants to know how, why, and who with)
 She says there's still good left in me
 (Like I'm the dark lord of the sith)
 I write this every single winter
 (And now I'm writing it again)
 "I shed my common sense
 In exchange for newer skin"
 The good news is that I've finally learned to appreciate my friends
 The bad news is that I haven't got any left
 The good news is that I dream about it almost every night
 The bad news is that when I wake up, you're not there