She

She doesn't know how I feel
She can't
The love poem in my back pocket
begging to be shared
while she put the shotgun barrel
firmly against my chest

Deep breath
I want to see the look in your eyes
as you blast the fucking love right out of me

All you can hear now is the echo of the blast
and my heart shattering into countless pieces
11:11 mocks me twice a day
I wish with everything I have, everytime
I dream of it every night

Joseph Conrad was right
We do live as we dream, alone

And as I grow cold you start to cry
Yeah, you've got some fucking audacity

But I'll die here with a smile on my face
Your plan didnt work
I'll still always believe in love
[without you]