"What's good for you?" he asked,
As I coped with indecision
I tried to find an answer,
But all my options had ran.

"What's good for you?" she asked,
My ever loving mother.
She wants to see her child blossom,
But her daughter is intent on destruction

"What's good for you?" she asks,
As we make plans to run away.
To live a life of lies,
And never be told to stay

"What's good for you?" he asks,
As we're tangled on the floor,
I know you're so wrong for me,
But you're not really giving me a choice.

I want to feel you, one last time.
Can we go back,
to that Thursday in Autumn?
The leaves perfectly crunched under our heavy feet.
Dazed, confused,
out of touch with reality.
And yet we were so in tune with each other.
With heavy eyelids our pouted lips lightly touched,
feverishly smashed,
and reluctantly broke apart.
I remember the cool breeze nipping at my cheeks,
only to be warmed,
with your soft kisses.

Can we go back, to the weekend in July?
Outside, always outside.
Lungs burning, eyes stinging,
hearts fluttering.
The secret whispers of getting away,
the impossible scenarios,
"But nothing is ever impossible."
Jumping off the bridge,
into the cool water, your hands through my hair.
When were we not touching?
Hands, lips, bodies.
We fit together so perfectly.

I want to go  back,
please, God. Let me go back.
I'm slowly forgetting your soft, warm hands,
Keeping me protected,
being my safe haven.
I don't have that comfort anymore.
Remember our lazy days,
laying on the floor, tangled up in each other?
Sloppiness, romance, fun,
where are you?
"She refuses to believe he's gone."
Rough movements, hands rubbing my sore legs,
the tears wiped away by your thumb.
God, where are you?

Sometimes I keep talking
To see if anyone is listening

Other times, I stop talking,
Just to see if anyone notices

your screams are running through the airwaves
and nothing has ever sounded more beautiful
i could never forget the way you looked that night
when our eyes locked, yet the moment fades

i was searching for an escape babe
yet sobriety’s never been more coveted  
your bittersweet melodies freed me on that night  
you overtook me, and i was saved.

Where were you,
when I came banging on your door?
I knew you were on the other side.
But tell me, where were you?
Do you remember,
the last week of your shattered existence?
I found you in the bathroom,
why was there so much of you on the floor?
The purple tiles were stained with your damaged essence.
From lost calls to broken messages, where were you?
I know you saw the lines of fear, disgust, hurt,
you didn't save me.
Where were you?
And more importantly,
where  was I?
Hiding in the shadows of a broken memory,
you knew, but why didn't you blame me?
From the absent memories and mental wounds,
you wouldn't save me, where were you?