because you proclaim what you’ve done like you deserve a reward. it sours the dinner and it spills my guts through my nostrils.
yeah I know, I know, I know take our time, we should take out time in those haunted gardens behind dive bars with sour drinks in hand the bruises we made on each other fading from black to yellow
yeah we should definitely take out time
letting the doubts shrink like plastic to a flame
didn’t some old Yankee say once that the beauty of deceit begs to be exposed to the light of day?
I’d keep this little thing secret, a favorite button, a cat’s eye in my pocket to rub to remember
I only keep whistling the same **** tune because it’s still stuck in my head, okay? I was just hoping someone was still willing to play games-