Your lies; anvils.
Been beaten into me by both sides.

Both shoulders;  Scully/Moulder.
Knew, here/then, something always lay in both eyes.

Lions on lions; pride over pride.
You sipped the straw. Stared at him.
My forced convoluted self-sacrifice.
Am I Seattle? O' sleepless? Save it.
Night after night.

This is not worth it; dirt.
So when you wake up [with]
[Morrow's coffee; my t-shirt],
I'll already be,

Dusk; gone and over it.