This won't be the last from me, its just the start.
I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me.
I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin.
Brace yourself: I'm bent with bitterness. I can't forsee.
When your apologies fail to ring true,
so slick with that sarcastic slew
of phrases like "I thought you knew"
while keeping me in hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds
skin touching skin.
Absence follows.
In the end, I win everytime as ink remains.
Sour tastes previal as you play back the tape machine.
When your apologies fail to ring true,
so slick with that sarcastic slew
of phrases like "I thought you knew"
while keeping me in such hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds
skin touching skin.
Absence follows.
