They say
You can’t make homes out of human beings
But I made one out of you
All those 3am conversations
Thinking you felt the same way too
I dug myself a hole
And knew eventually I’d fall in too deep
In the end
I found myself buried
Under your lies and deceit
They say
Play with fire and you’ll get burned
A moth to a flame, I was to you
You led me on with burning desire
To a path all bent askew
Then the light left your eyes
Conversations ran dry
She came back
And I knew you would leave
Right then and there I felt your goodbye
They say
You can’t make homes out of human beings
And I made one out of you
But I was just a stopover
On your journey to someplace new
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
They say
You can’t make homes out of human beings
But I made one out of you
All those 3am conversations
Thinking you felt the same way too
I dug myself a hole
And knew eventually I’d fall in too deep
In the end
I found myself buried
Under your lies and deceit
They say
Play with fire and you’ll get burned
A moth to a flame, I was to you
You led me on with burning desire
To a path all bent askew
Then the light left your eyes
Conversations ran dry
She came back
And I knew you would leave
Right then and there I felt your goodbye
They say
You can’t make homes out of human beings
And I made one out of you
But I was just a stopover
On your journey to someplace new
