I can't help but look back and see it all as dumb.
This whole thing is worthless,
Seeming like a needy plea for productivity,
And maybe a couple heart rending scenes.

Theres a tear in my security blanket
That I don't feel like stitching up.
There's a little bit of rain coming down
But for the dusty ground it's not enough.

Let's make a scene in public
So everyone can see my shame,
When I whisper what it's really like.
I wish I could show you what I mean.

The funniest thing is that your wrost memories
Were once the best of friends,
Who died slowly in your eyes and arms
And drifted slowly away.

If this is the last night then make it last.
Take a slow sip before we slip away.
In this oblivion a breath catches in my throat
Where you lips burn patterns on my neck.