and maybe it's time to end this fine addiction
i was told that it would end, took it well then
maybe if i'd come in with expectations
if i'd put forth a more honest attempt
we could've made this burn a little longer
past its exhalation date
i dreamt of other boys when i was with you
so it's not like my mind was faithful then
but since i'm into being treated badly
i panic as you take out your syringe
a little speck of blood wells out the pinprick
it's salty as it stales
i told you what i wanted as i left you
wavering in resolve even then
maybe i could rewrite my whole future
cut the lines that held me on my course
for sleepless nights and tightly knotted sutures
and wordless dreams from miles apart
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