I’m an addict for misery,
Summoned by these dizzy dreams
Haunted by the distant memories,
Holding on to them for dear life.
But you are no longer standing there
& I'm watching, waiting to feel you walk away as my heart aches with despair
The teenage emotional poet arises
Without a touch of a riot.
I want you so bad, it’s causing all these nightmares to erupt
I need that touch, the one we just had to cover up
Because secrets are held steadfast under bedroom eyes
And it’s best that we don’t mention it or else there’d be perfectly constructed lies
So we fall silent and long for the moment when
You can say you love her, but you’ll have me instead