Mother promised me one day we would go to the moon, I guess I could never trust a woman after that ever again.
The butterflies in your stomach didn't feed you for too long darling, did they?
I see you starving and denying me away.
It's like a distant waltz we dance, one step closer and two steps further.
I used to hate father for being so cruel, I understand now he was just being honest.
I show you the rare bright yellow moon on a cloudy night, you say it's "pretty" but there's no more meaning than that.
Everytime I put up flowers on the bedside, you wake up and thank me with a kiss that fells bad.
I guess we got lost somewhere between the first ice cream and the last shared song.
I am still chanted by your surreptitious smile, I wonder if your laughter is still the same after you you see me being clumsy or if you're just playing along.
You were in love, I was charmed. The table has turn, don't you think?
For the first time I am not mad. You told me from the start "that's about that: I overdose food, drugs, people, life. I get bored and move on. You're like a vast ocean, and I never learnt to swim".
Open doors left behind, half a story told. I'd rather live a tragedy than be left in an alley with half a book.
Stage me up. We waltz one more day, I'll be the one aching in the end of that song.