you were mine, and i was yours.
but we never let one another know.

this is what we've become.

i can see your worst intentions,
they are bleeding from your eyes,
as you wish to taste my body
with a tongue that rolls with lies.

disclosure.

in a state of nostalgia, i find myself cold.
but no temperature could possibly compare to
the coldness of your heart.

in retrospect, it was nothing.
and don't try to make it seem like anything more
than wasted time.

i've got your ticket. just say "yes".

and it looks easier with every passing minute
to just pack up and get out of this place.
there is nothing left in this wreck of a town to hold me back,
but i'll never be able to forget that smile that's on your face.

and i wish with all my heart that i can take you with me...