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A passing phase of unfulfilling vindictive regret and hope. |
if i stare at the memories long enough, i'll fall into your arms after i've denounced their fidelity i hate to admit it, i disgust myself but falling asleep believing in false care is better than the thought of no care at all the possiblity that it never meant to you what it meant to me is too much to handle if i'd read far enough between the lines, i'd find the truth but why stop there there's such great drama in what lies beyond what might be what if and i'm better at thinking deep when the surface is all i need and all i want i can't stop there is it possible to manipulate “what was” far enough to get what you started with and be satisfied realize that all i'm left is tainted memories because everything they're telling me they think i want to know when it changes all my views i'd be happy with a lie, an omition of the truth yeah, they'd give me details too who wants them all it would really take is just a few yeses or nos from you but i can't get you within breathing room and i've tried even though i don't trust myself to i refuse to take it easy on you you've done that for yourself so i guess that's it affirmative to all of the above and all of the below all the proceeds go to your unbroken pride i'm still in love with you you're still mine, just give me a week or two in time there's no one else i swear the whore meant nothing more than any touch we shared, and nothing less so i guess that's it affirmative to all of the above and all of the below all the proceeds go to your unbroken pride i hope you get lost looking for what you've given up i almost smile to know what you find will never be enough to break the walls you're putting up i won't come back to pull them down you're not worth it now so i guess that's it |