In a sense, there's something comforting in the way you've confirmed my worst fears:
Nothing can ever hurt me again, not quite as much as that
I turned my head the other way as you gripped her hips and swallowed each others' lies
And I let the inside of my shower know that "It's okay" and "go ahead, I'm over it" were as far from true as east is from west--
The river wouldn't do this to me, because it never tries to hide the power of the rapids

I watch the sunset and see her lipstick on your neck
I watch the sunrise and see your hands on her thighs
I stay up between the two and flip a coin: heads you win, tails I lose

No rest for the wicked, but you seemed quite comfortable asleep beside her, arm over her waist and I still feel the indent from when you held me like that, before the upgrade, before the fall