You were up the stairs but distance was key
                                                             ­       It was hurting you like she hurt me
                                                              ­                    Let him linger a little too close, I thought that all along
                                 I might have needed this the most  
                           Kissing a neck that was paralyzed              
      Laughing flirtatious but inside she cries
         What am I doing being present but not yet here?
        I hurt others like they hurt me this was my main fear
                           So I quietly ruined our august of freedom and the morals that were right
  Sneaking back down the stairs hiding my emotions and ceaselessly regretting that night