Love On The Contrary.

-No spaces. Deal with it.-

By your own admission, you've been living in this mistake for as long as you can remember. Darling, you shouldn't lie to yourself like this. Realize that this'll never get better. Your new position has gotten you into quite a tight squeeze. Why don't you just take some Ecstasy between the sheets to put your mind at ease. Baby, without you, such words would never have to be said. But there's a wanted sign posted at the very foot of your bed. Patience is an awfully hard thing to fake. But be honest for your own sake. These lines aren't matching up and your eyes are losing their color. This business gets old after a while. There's no longer any luster. We can take a gamble and bet our sanity, but something tells me that won't be enough. You try to push off reality. Your ego is becoming rough. It's sad to say, but you're all I need and it's pathetic. We can make out moves, and lie a little more. But we'll always regret it. I'm your biggest mistake and you're a red mark on my record. To lose this battle to someone so naive is something I can't afford. There's the option of stopping now while there's still blood left to bleed. Or we can go on and be the one thing the world doesn't need. I'm the one who cries out at night, trying to make easy amends. You're the one who's deafened by ignorance until the pleas end. We can try to stop this now; try to shut up that little voice in your head. But we're in this together, even though to each other, we're dead. So keep that wanted sign up on your bed post, maybe then we'll see who loves who the most.