we wrote the book

we wrote the book

we wrote the book

we wrote the book

and we killed the dream

of being lonely

until it became the only truth we knew.

and we wrote the book

of drinking every night

getting shit faced and crazy

getting fucked up and lazy

and we wrote the book

that had the map 

that led me home.

and we were only saying that we would fall

on our swords 

before the 

whole world ends 

and i'm left standing on your edge 

believing in you.

and i'm left to curl up in the corner

and sometimes i cry because that's the only thing i remember how to do on 

days like these

and we tore out the withered pages

and we swore when we wrote in the margins

and we kissed the filthy ground

in a way that still feels 

like a black and white movie

and we wrote the book

that told you to be happy

and we wrote the book 

and we wrote the book

and we wrote the book