Sad Girls

We're addicted to the pain
That they bring us
Because feeling pain
Is better than feeling nothing

Instead of wiping our tears
We let them trace our cheekbones
Because their remains
Are reminders of what used to be

We try to give them the love
That they lack
But we dont know how to accept the love
That they don't give

Sad girls smoke alot
Look inside our eyes
And see ashes leftover from
Bitter sweet hypocrisies  

At the end of the day
We were more in love with
The thought of our yous
Than the real yous

Because I would rather make love
To your memory
Than to feel the burden
Of who's standing right in front of me