"why are you looking at me like that?"

"like what?"

"like you're going to fall in love with me."

"maybe i am."

"no, don't."

"why not?"

"because girls like me fall in love with boys like you, until there isn't any love left to share, and then boys like you leave girls like me."

"isn't that the best part? falling in love again, with a different person? experiencing new things?"

"well, maybe i don't want new things. maybe i want the same thing over, and over again, but it feels new because every time we look at each other its like we meet for the first time."

"i don't know if you'll find that."

"i'm sure as hell i will."

Salty soldiers down my face,
How you get the best of me;
When my heart begins to race,
When I can no longer see...

Flowing overseas again,
You leave in wake a warmer trail;
You turn my mind to sin,
As my heart begins to fail..

You leave your way onto the ground,
You leave me as a way to say hello;
When nobody else is around,
Who cares enough to know?

Another walks in your footsteps,
As your rifle clicks and pounds;
Sticky blood along your neck,
As the shell hits the ground...

A fragile winter butterfly
Flutters from the sky
So soft and yet her heart
Is cold and made of ice
But if I warm it
She will melt and die