thursday evenings wrapped in stiff sheets that leave me feeling far from home, bearing sacred memories in scarred palms, grasping for a moment that passed long ago.
i don't want to turn my head and shut my eyes at the sight of sunsets because it's only a matter of time before the night closes in. i fear i'll always dismiss beautiful things because i know they won't last forever, and that causes me to lose them before they're even gone.
i'm the reason you ran so far from god but i don't think he was ever here to start because you wore a cross around your neck and it never meant a thing when you had me tangled in your sheets
and i don't care where i end up after this life because you left me in a state of hell the second you said hurting me meant nothing when the only forgiveness you need is given by someone i can't see.