Forget me, it's not simple.
You're not the only one I can't forget. You won't be the last and you weren't the first. In the grand scheme, you were a section of rhythm and I am the score. A beautiful stream of notes, but not much more than marks on a page legible to a select few who've memorized the song. Everything you were drowns who you've become. By your side I developed my confidence and by your side I lost my innocence.
Other lips so inviting, I starved my morals and created my own midnights. The regrets you wish I had swam around my head until I accidentally forgot the ways I was supossed to act. The magic of detachment strengthened my curiousity for a taste of everyone. Any way you look at it, I slipped away into nights meant to be forgotten, and always remembered.
My eyes tore apart who you had become to justify my pursuits. Truth. Justice. Righteousness. Words broken by your mental infidelities and ripped to shreds by my lack of discretion.
I hate who you've become. You let slip your regret when you so choose to be gracious enough to let your caring side pass through your opaque glass wall. I can still see right through you. I can still see the want in your eyes. I still see the tiger ready to watch me jump. All your hatred bottled and stored in your heart for later use and I'd fall for you all over again. Or so you pretend...
Like a back up parachute, you imagine me waiting for you to fail and come crawling back. I do love you. But know I'm running in the opposite direction. Know I can see the future. Know I have enough sense to back away. Know I have faith I will find the best in you to remember, but a memory leaves my bed cold at night. Know I am grateful. I know.
Other lips so inviting, I starved my morals and created my own midnights. The regrets you wish I had swam around my head until I accidentally forgot the ways I was supossed to act. The magic of detachment strengthened my curiousity for a taste of everyone. Any way you look at it, I slipped away into nights meant to be forgotten, and always remembered.
My eyes tore apart who you had become to justify my pursuits. Truth. Justice. Righteousness. Words broken by your mental infidelities and ripped to shreds by my lack of discretion.
I hate who you've become. You let slip your regret when you so choose to be gracious enough to let your caring side pass through your opaque glass wall. I can still see right through you. I can still see the want in your eyes. I still see the tiger ready to watch me jump. All your hatred bottled and stored in your heart for later use and I'd fall for you all over again. Or so you pretend...
Like a back up parachute, you imagine me waiting for you to fail and come crawling back. I do love you. But know I'm running in the opposite direction. Know I can see the future. Know I have enough sense to back away. Know I have faith I will find the best in you to remember, but a memory leaves my bed cold at night. Know I am grateful. I know.