he looks into her eyes &

whispers lovelyawful lies

& hopes tomorrow will be better

than the day that he had died.

-xx-

she's believing what he tells her,

and the sight is quite the shame.

it's another cliché situation,

and guess who's again to blame?

-xx-

"i'm beyond i-love-you's"

he tells. he speaks,

you're telling him that

you didn't think he felt that:

way.

-xx-

oh, but he doesn't,

don't worry.

-xx-

so now suck up what you have,

or what he didn't take,

& buy yourself a ticket

to salvation, anywhere.

-xx-

zipcode:

unknown.

-xx-

address:

get yourself some.

-xx-

now he is talking rather

scandalously

& has that look in his eyes,

-xx-

so close your own

& wish for a

better day.

-xx-