you get angry
at me
because your boyfriend
is mean
to me
and I won't take it.

and you choose him
over me
wanting to talk to him
and not me
and I miss you.

and I look back
at the pictures
on the rocks by the river
with the cigarettes burning
close to our fingers
and our hair in the breeze
and the smiles on our faces
and you were my best friend
and now you don't care
because you're always with him
and never call me
to share what's been going on in your days
and I feel like I don't know you.

and you definitely
don't know me.

Sometimes the start of tomorrow blends with the end of today
Just as the stars start to fade away
The sun starts to rise
You can see the moon reflecting across the skies
The one time of true peace
Just before everyone wakes
The one time I feel free

There is no greater pleasure
Than skin on bare skin

We've become cliché,
And not just one,
But a multitude.
The forbidden romance.
The older man.
The late night phone calls.
The cigarettes after ***.
The hopeless romantics.
The songs we sing to each other.
The late night drives to nowhere.
The fling that never ends.
We've become cliché.
And I couldn't be happier.

Some
Mean
I've reached happiness
Like some plead
Escape