Will it be a conclusion like no other,
with a tragic plot twist like you telling me that you never considered me to be your lover,
or will be dramatic with me walking into the sunset,
with my heart yelling at my ribs “I thought your job was to keep me covered”.
I wonder why this started in the first place,
I always hated how we ended going in this quick pace,
my lungs are screaming at my brain “Nigga why we going so quick this ain’t even a fucking race”,
yet we so competitive in the end and we wouldn’t be satisfied till one of us won by coming first place.
Or maybe it was just us,
you and I didn’t realize that we turned this beautiful portrait carved by us into dust,
or maybe just maybe were a perfect sandwich yet we only manged to taste the crust,
but we were screwed by our fragile nervous tongues that we call trust,
its funny because we joined by our taste buds named lust