e s c a p i s t s

i was bruised when we met

black and blue in my head

you called me a pessimist

tired of life when you told me

i hadn't lived, seventeen

watched you drown

your worries in high-proof drinks

craving to feel different stories

clearly having problems of your own

i stayed for a kiss of your liquor lips

you left me alone but

you never broke my heart

you only made me sick

we once looked like shooting stars

but we were just

actors and escapists