One day I will wake up dead and the life you breathed
into me with thumbs pounding on keys
will have meant nothing. nothing at all.
One day I will meet you again
after months of wanting
kiss you on your tender lips
and feel your arms squeeze me tightly.
One day we will not even remember
each other’s smell. All of our physical pain
will have taken over our desire.
One day I will walk on the beach alone
and crave your hand in mine.
It is not even real, this love.
Back doors are open
and front doors are locked.
I died once and came back with
a new identity
someone stole Chrissy
and brought back a new version.
You would think she would be smarter
but she keeps on fucking up
mixing up sins with duties.
I lifted my dress for you
but you moved on now.
Other dresses are softer
and no one fights for anyone
anymore. Only lyrics
I can make them real somehow.
Did you feel the heat between my legs?
It was real, that I could not deny.