You know not of what you do
It's a play in my thoughts that I act out where you love me and I love you
We have a bond irreplaceable and akin to the spark of a fire
Taller and taller the tips of the orange skyscrapers spread until they burn the sky with the lies in my head
I'm used to the feel of your fingers through mine though we've never held hands
The sensation of arms wrapped around me that aren't necessarily there
And when you said "I'm not that kind of guy," I couldn't help but cry
In my mind I've embraced you so many times, I kept asking myself how could this be my fourth crime?
All I can do is bite my lip and suppress the roaring in my chest of anger and distress
Because our relationship was a dream I had during a night where I never fell to rest