Stitches

there's a girl...
that whispers at the top of her lungs
and sings when no one hears

She likes to think
she likes to drink
she takes a week
to get over it

if the day comes
to hear her say
i'll never feel
alone again

i've tasted the salt
of her dry bitter tears

come undone
and share your thoughts
i won't be scared
you'll hear me say
i hate to love
as is it pain...