Look at me again.
Tell me how you love the way my legs feel wrapped around your waist.
My mouth has memorized the way you taste.
But I know that it's hard to forget all the things you two have faced.
And the blame that you claim is no ones fault but your own.
All this screaming's got my heart beating while trying to keep me afloat.
I'm drowning in your words, trying to save myself while you look past me.
Distracted by the fireworks, like fire in the sky.
Broken down and used up.
Just like that bottle that sat on my floor for twenty four hours because it touched your lips.
Let me trace the lifelines of your palm onto my own.
Watching the clock as if it's hands will bring yours to mine.