“I don’t really mind the way it feels when you burn my skin.
I don’t really know the difference in sorrow.
I do wait for you.

And the skin grows all on its own.
With my children just left writing notes.
I know, I wait for you.

I’ve tried to leave it all behind.
You are not who you said you’d be.
It always feels a little weird when I am watching you undress inside your room.
I know it’s wrong… I know it’s rude.

I don’t trust you.
And there’s a reason your faith comes in too.
Like your alabaster bastard blues…
You’re here, there is nothing to lose.
Although, I wait for you.

I know we spoke it off.
We find out at some point for too long.
That their fathers made fools of us all.
I’m afraid of what’s after the fall.
We don’t need anything to go wrong.
I’m a lie like you said that I was.
I find wisdom in laughing it off.
You’re the reason we hardly talk.

And I… I crave you.”