Symphony
You asked me if I was moving forward, so I told you to take a step back, you asked me what it's like to be a martyr, and I threatened to break your neck. You laughed that little laugh of course you know me so fucking well. Carried on in that silly way you do, you said "Give it up, there are no more sad songs left to seize". Scowling I whispered "I'm not going stand up", unphased and grinning you said "I like you better on your knees". You tell me you'll break out the stones, so I can die properly. I glance away half-smile "You'll have to do better then that to get rid of me"