what's the point
of trying..
when I know
you're just
gonna be
the same
ya I should be
more understanding
but this time
I can't help
but think
that I'm just wasting
my time..
on you
I'm getting a little sick
sick of this
always worrying about you
when you can't
can't even listen to me
am I whispering..
are my words going mute..
do they even
even mean anything
like you say they do
to you…do they?

what's the point
of caring..

and deep inside
the king of dust
wishes all he knew
was covered and ******
into a forgotten land
of stone and rust

and the queen
she plays along

and the king
he knows he must
wallow and wail
in the tenement halls of lust
he cannot be left alone
with his lack of trust

and the queen
she sings his song

his humanity dwindled
when he called himself just
in the face of all
that will combust
and the pressure
of the thickening dust

and the queen
she suffers long

but the queen
has been done wrong

at your insistence
i'll maintain my distance
cause you say it's better off this way

but suppose there was an instance
where we could both be consistent
would you wanna stay

the dynamic keeps switchin'
everyday you feel different
i'm trying to respect the change

know you've been resistant
your motivation to try nonexistent
guess i just wanna hear you say

you miss me pushing you're limits
i can't stop reminiscin'
about you everyday

My heart is empty and cold
Its warmth drained one note at a time
By the music that has haunted me
Since…. that day.

Its major chords
Its tender melodies
Its painful, infectious happiness
Exsanguinate me

People say time heals

It doesn’t completely

Because scars,
Still tender to the music’s touch,
Never stop bleeding

Love didn't end wars
It started them

Would you like to come up for a coffee?
- (smiling) Just a coffee?
- A good coffee is never just a coffee!