We’d drink and we’d laugh and we’d sleep in the stains
fully aware that we’d never remain through the change
the distance between
so cold and unseen
but felt in our hearts, so young and so clean
yet to be tainted by the lovers disease
so easy to lean on those that redeem you
when they guide you and hide you from the one that would rise you
above the noise that destroys
a box full of toys in your attic
but you’re an addict, keeping at it, feeding habits
riding rapids like rampant rabbits
Shaking
Vibrating
Not aware of the self-hatred as you drown yourself in the ‘bators
and the takers
and the I’ll-pay-you-back-laters seeking lost fortunes in the beds of the daters
sheltered from the pain of the one who could make this life brighter
Hold up your lighter ‘cos you forgot she’s a fighter
tighter than you’ve ever felt
more tricky than you’ve been dealt full of fury and fire and hell
And that’s why you ran
You let go of her hand
Fell into the sand and pulled it over your head
You played dead
and now your own ghosting fills you with dread.
