Some cold f**king response
coming from you, of all people
of everyone who's left and gone
like raindrops on my windowpane
you've the least wiggle room to dance upon
all those nights i waited for something
all those days i wanted you
and you weren't there
i owe you my life
but I'm not going to apologize
i emptied those out years ago
and yet those dark brown eyes
glinting through bangs dropped in front
i cant stand to look into them
i see alot of myself, alot of things gone
movies, coffee, chess, and stupidity
i see childhoods kept awake in the night
is it so long from now we cant even talk
cant even remember what it is we were doing
queen to rook 4, a simple procedure
two tickets to fog of war
i guess even memories die
when theres no room for cultivation
