Is it Over Yet?

I am your sunflower

Your hope

Your dream

But when you do that stupid smile

It makes me want to fucking scream

Deception of perfection

Thats what I'm scared of.

I'm scared of too many touches

And not enough talking

Im scared of virginity

Being wasted on this low life

Full strife

He ran after me with a knife

And I woke up in a cold sweat

Going over everything I regret

The whispering

The trust

How I spilled my insides

And they just piled up.

And this crumpled clothing you're so used to seeing me in.

(That you'd want to see me out of)

But wheres the innocence in that?

At least give me some time to react. Before you say

"What's the next thing on our list?"

I'll tell you number one, forgetting what virginity is.