This won`t be the last you`ll hear from me,
it`s just the start.
I hope that he keeps you up for weeks,
like you did to me.
I will hold a candle up to you,
to singe your skin.
Brace yourself: I’m bent with bitterness.
You can’t foresee
When your apologies fail to ring true, (you`re) so slick with that sarcastic slew
Or phrases like `I thought you knew`, while keeping me in hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds skin touching skin (absence follows).
In the end, I win every time,
as ink remains.
Sour tastes prevail as you play back
the tape machine
When your apologies fail to ring true, (you`re) so slick with that sarcastic slew
Or phrases like `I thought you knew`, while keeping me in hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds skin touching skin (absence follows).