Your intentions are honorable, yet your actions are crimes
Your left hand offers promise that your right steals back blind
From our cross roads to my door step my trail of bread crumbs winds
But you will kick the dirt till they’re lost and with anger exclaim I’ve left you no tracks to find
You will cross your heart with recycled tears and exclaim it’s you to be blamed
Only after you’ve convinced yourself you’re just a victim of the game
The love you offer comes with a catch:
A promise to rise to the occasion! You secretly hope that I will join you in your pitty instead
And if I progress, it’s only to hurt you, you’re sure
Because you embrace the feel of misery, you beach yourself on it's shore
I call out your name, beckon you back
But unless I beach myself next to you, I’m a traitor at best
I’ve always hated Romeo and Juliet
I never told you that
I thought it rash and melodramatic
Two kids lacking responsibility and respect
And I am afraid the reality has set
You are in fact still a Romeo, potion in hand, looking for your Juliet
I am no Juliet.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 9:59 PM UTC
Your intentions are honorable, yet your actions are crimes
Your left hand offers promise that your right steals back blind
From our cross roads to my door step my trail of bread crumbs winds
But you will kick the dirt till they’re lost and with anger exclaim I’ve left you no tracks to find
You will cross your heart with recycled tears and exclaim it’s you to be blamed
Only after you’ve convinced yourself you’re just a victim of the game
The love you offer comes with a catch:
A promise to rise to the occasion! You secretly hope that I will join you in your pitty instead
And if I progress, it’s only to hurt you, you’re sure
Because you embrace the feel of misery, you beach yourself on it's shore
I call out your name, beckon you back
But unless I beach myself next to you, I’m a traitor at best
I’ve always hated Romeo and Juliet
I never told you that
I thought it rash and melodramatic
Two kids lacking responsibility and respect
And I am afraid the reality has set
You are in fact still a Romeo, potion in hand, looking for your Juliet
I am no Juliet.
