I put the broken in broken records

I will not treat your body like something precious 

Even though you have fragile stickers laid out on your edges 

Baby, I am not U-haul 

I am no good at transactions 

I thought the "handle with care" label was a bit extravagant 

for someone who throws their body around 

In hopes of a boy with no hopes to catch it 

Even so, your name started to become catchy to my tongue 

I was a native to your heart and my hands touched your skin as if 

fingertips could make something not as hard

I had one taste of you and realized you were keeping me starved

 I treated you

Like you were a quick fix at night

Piercing into my skin, plaquing my viens

along with my innocence  

I know it wasnt right , but you were damn good heroin 

that I was never planning on falling in 

Maybe this is what the adults called an unhealthy relationship

So I tried running 

but I could only run back to you 

With open arms and a heart that has been painted blue by hands that have yet to see

tenderness 

Everywhere I went I felt haunted until I realized I was dragging around 

the ghost of your past 

And it wasnt like I was expecting things to last 

I was just hoping maybe you wouldnt leave me like that 

And we could listen to scratched records on my bedroom floor

And I could love and I could love 

And I could make it stop hurting anymore