we're at the same crossroad again
and i'm just wondering when
i can walk away from the choice you made

my memories hung themselves
staring up at the moon for too long
remembering how you said we'd take the world by storm

my eyes have rusted over
my tongue is rotting out of my body
the stench of the past is overwhelming
and the most beautiful songs become crippling melodies

so why did i deserve to feel my own eyes glaze over?
the sound of my lungs collapsing still overtakes the laughter
and i can only remember hearing "this wasn't your fault, love"
but you and I both know you are and always will be a fucking liar.

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