I'm torn between
The comfort
Of your waist
And the warmth
Of your cheek

Deception.

We disconnect when you allow the interception.

Behind these ****-ups and drunken nights,

There's a common lesson.

We search endlessly for the purpose

But you walk away when the confusion makes you nervous.

You + me, we're the result of an iphone with no service.

No purpose,

Aside from the games.

It's a Shame
We bend and break ourselves
To level with bent and broken men.