Maybe one day I'll see you walking down the street, with your hands in your pockets wandering aimlessly towards a place in this empty city that may somehow lead you to where you want to be the most with people who adore you more than life. Hanging by your every word that tremble painfully from those deceiving lips. As we first spoke I looked at the floor for some insight on what to say the next time I was to look up at your beautiful bright eyes. Our palms were sweaty on this very cold day, in the grass was where we laid. Under the blankets or in a bed of hay baby you can have me anyway. All I want is to see you for one full day instead of all these five minute breaks. I wonder how long this will take. How much more love I can make until you see by blood shattered eyes. You could call it my little disguise. I'm not one to really cry, but all those lies catch up to your high. Hopefully this won't be our last goodbye.
