Now it's him too. Two is a couple. Three is a crowd. I may not make the journey anymore. Not alone.
"But you're never alone"
I always am.
I never knew me without you. You grew the conscience inside of me. Smoking a filterless attempt of me, setting a hard day's night past the tide. This isn't you without me just like I'm not me without you. I must attempt to grow out roots that don't need to be tied onto you to rise. I will rise again. I will rise again, without you this time, so I can avoid the feeling of emptiness. I don't want to stand back up only to fall for you again. I will lay low, so I never have to fall again. It's always going to be the same. Your love is like a bear trap, as I always said.
I took your pictures down. It's not me taking you down per se, but rather the memory of you laying your fingers on his head. We were the spread, the flood, the red. The mercurial lovers of a time once ahead. Things change like our nature, speeding the tide like a carousel love. I'm not one to point fingers, but this death will lay on your head until the end of all that I meant. I can forgive, but I can't forget. It's never going to be the same. Relapse-born spins in the vinyl heart-shaped eyes you had when you darted your way into the room to hold his head and kiss that walking dead. Your kisses are hidden bad habits, collect calls from the outer home to the inner mothership, the one that lays on your shoulders. They are the hanging nooses from here to the moon, allowing us to end it all once you're done with us. You taught us how to be us with you. You taught us that reliance that you're oh so afraid of gaining - You have it too. The sooner you realize that you will fall with this sinking ship, the less the pain you will get. I heard every guy wants to be the girl's first, and every girl wants to be the guy's last. You're not my first, and you're not my last.
"But you're possibly the prettiest"
I always knew you held him. You and him held keys like Bonnie and Clyde. Do you love me for the cigarette burn kisses? Do you love him for the green-induced sequences? He's got the world on a string, I got a simple line to sing. Steal it away; this is your show. No thunder-stealing intended. You slaved me past noon to create me good. I'm done relying on you. You're a symbiote. I'm done being the host.
