The pains, the frightful turns.
Oh, how I wish I had never met your eyes.
They invited me in despite the war tune your heart played against mine.
Was it the beauty of your lips that drew me in as I looked,
Or the beautiful scar on your shoulders that told a story your eyes wouldn't let my ears hear?
I should have walked away that faithful day in the alleyway.
My mornings have become restless, like my nights.
I dread that you really meant the break-up song you sang while gazing at the red moon.