I watch with tired eyes at your pictures
At your eyes looking across the room vacantly
And I know
That you aren’t falling for failed hearts and justifications.
Just a bit of death and borderline tendencies.
And I don’t sleep in my bed when I fall asleep
I’m with you every night.
I cross my heart and hope to die
Cut new love and dye cast passion into my forever.
I, pendulum swing your way
You dear Andromeda, seem closer everyday.
Keep yr hands to mine
Keep yr lips softly aligned
All this miserable far away devotion
Makes me ill with desire.
But if your throwing down
All the night time semantics
About why we shouldn’t
Then lets cut our losses
And hold onto something not us.
