Getting Over You... Because You Told Me To

There's not much to say but I'm spitting this shit.
There's not much to think but I'm lost in it.
Give me gravity, give me something to rely on.
Give me levity, let me see the dawn.
There's beauty in imperfection, at least to a degree.

It's natural selection; what puts you above me.
And I've really got to stop this shit.
This stupid pathetic whining bit.
"Oh we'll never be together, it'll never be that way."
Like I'm trying so hard, like it could only happen today.
As far as "normal" goes, I"m running on bravado.
Ice so thin it could fall through tomorrow.
I'm asking you to fall in love with what's left.
This not so empty shell that thinks he's oh so bereft.
Like I'm pretening you plus me is happy.
Like I'm only trying to make you guilty.

It's not like these problems are anyone else's.
Pretending I'm alive because my heart still pulses.
Melodrama isn't an art form,
but I have it perfected.
The killer storm that isn't detected.

So fuck you, because I've got to place blame.
So fuck me, because I've got all this shame.
It's more my fault then it is any of your's.
Empty space I"m filling with attention from whores.
My body a canvas and self loathing the paint.
I'm working to make myself out a saint.
Brush by brush, stroke by stroke.
Taking each bite and hoping I choke.