How long until you give in
When missing me takes priority
Over all your pride
When the same dreams that haunt me
Overcome your sense of self
And you finally look at me
With my familiar blue eyes
And my freckles
That your lips have worshipped
A thousand times over
How Long?

It was never once a question
Of whether or not she loved me
. . .  Though I did question it . . .
Of course she loved me
She loved everyone
Misfits, rejects, broken hearts
Why would I be different?
But in the end,
That was the question
Was I different from everyone else?
And if so,
Why?
She never once gave me an answer

Where do we go from here
When there's nothing left to do
But surrender
Ourselves
Our thoughts
Our wants
Where is there left to turn
When there isn't
One single thing
Left of you?

You look so pretty in your glass house,
Stones in hand.
You look so silly in your glass house,
Thinking you could withstand
All the gasoline
Burning up those bridges you built.
I guess when you were fifteen
You weren't thinking about all this guilt.
You look so silly with that little kettle,
Making fun of the *** behind her back.
Those words stinging her like nettles,
Until, finally she cracks.
You look so mean standing there
Ruining lives without care

Make eye contact a second too long
Don't smile

There it is.

He'll see white knuckles, gripped edges
A piece of universe between her
shoulder blades

He'll feel a supernova, gutter groans
heat of the heavens in a flash

Look away, and back
there it is. Waiting