young lovers not doing any loving
falling asleep in the strangest of places
whisper tiny secrets into unfledged ears

motel bedrooms along massive stretches of pavement
adultry violence addicton
a loss of innocence never recovered

i pass by these moments at 65 miles per hour
unsure of their reality
towing the lines between sleep and a coma

life's worth a split level with a pool and a two car garage
wives spitting in their loved ones dinner
rejoice for the middle class!

sin runs in the family
like water overflowing from a gutter
don't tell dad i went into his hunting room

you kiss like a priest, hard and shapeless
distance isn't what changes you
and besides i'm tired of you passing out in my bathtub

And so maybe it wasn't true.
Maybe it was all just a myth I wished to be true
I misread the signals & believed every word you said
Ignored all the warning signs & your addicton
How silly of me to be blinded of the truth
To think that i loved you, oh I must have been ******.
Cause that was a just a big joke
Inlove with how you treated me, and the warmth i felt whenever by your side.
How I hated to say good bye.
And every kiss or hug just felt like I was at home. 
But that wasn't real
It was all a myth designed by my first ever intimacy
Oh how would it could have continued
How I wish it could only have been real
But it was a good lesson to Me
What you feel may not always be real
So be careful of what you let get to you .
You may not recover if the damage is deep.