We lay in bed
Touching once a while
I take a bold step
Turned down
But is it one of those intros
Can't tell


I take a step back
But then then she takes a step forward
I'm confused
If there's a middle can we meet there?


If I could read her mind
I feel her heart beat uneven
Interpreted as nervousness
I could be wrong
But if I could read her mind.

I eat every word
suspended, transfixed by you
I’m losing myself

Pour your torment on the page and let the sound leak out of you

Your music bleeds out of your veins and it’s so personal, so emotional, how could people keep from resonating with it?

So now, you get to perform the same recurring nightmare every night. Reopening the wound you couldn’t heal.

Yes, I left you.
I do admit it,
but I don't regret it.