We were so busy trying to catch our breath,

and gather the remains of what we left.

We buried the truth under comforting lies,

so the things we had done couldn't disgrace the eyes.

We pretended it was only to be something brief,

so we could try to justify the reason we brought her grief.

When in honesty we enjoyed the feeling of skin on skin,

and the feelings we found hiding within.

I think I felt something stirring inside,

when we lay together, still trying to hide.

My heartbeat increased just from you being near,

and my stomach fluttered when you'd whisper in my ear.

You were my sin, but also my soul,

it is you who completes me,

who makes me whole.

And it was you who broke me down again.

You had another after and me,

sad that I was lead so easily.

None of us mean anything to you,

and it's obvious now you've had more than a few.

I still loved you, but I refused to stick around.

I'm not attached to you,

I am not bound.

I ran from that city, and from all the pain too,

but when I lie alone in my bed,

I still think about you.