he played himself you said to me and it was cold as I took up the hill on central. the starts glared back at me and I felt self-conscious under them, wondering what I was doing in such a lousy state, a grimace on my face, a pocket full of pain. Even if i want to I could never say so, anything I'm feeling when I'm just too afraid of you. Crying in your bedroom, planning my escape soon. I had another dream last night that you were falling backwards over piles of stone-like words yu threw that hit me where it hurts. I'm no good at games so I'll just sit it out and pout about it till my good God provides me with another heart to break. Though the guilt may wax and wane, I am haunted by your face. It's such a nuisance when you feel nostalgic I can't even use it so I'll just forget it. Oh it's so unfaithful, my candy-coated mem'ry, reaching for my cell phone, won't somebody stop me.
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