The distance between us cycles
far and close
you won’t let me go sometimes, and i get restless
You taught me to love you, and that may have been a bad idea
or, i learned to love you, maybe another bad idea
the fall and collapse of empires
are what i see when we make plans
promises and intentions turned to dust
lies, manipulation, just to get out clean
we aren’t clean
you call me monster
and i am
but you taught me, and you know
salvation comes from love, and I only do that on Tuesdays
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC
The distance between us cycles
far and close
you won’t let me go sometimes, and i get restless
You taught me to love you, and that may have been a bad idea
or, i learned to love you, maybe another bad idea
the fall and collapse of empires
are what i see when we make plans
promises and intentions turned to dust
lies, manipulation, just to get out clean
we aren’t clean
you call me monster
and i am
but you taught me, and you know
salvation comes from love, and I only do that on Tuesdays
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