Drifting Farther

              As the song fades is how you say you love me. Softly and drifting farther away. Despite everything, the lightswitch effect comes into play. Seven-thirty a.m. shouldn't by any different from five a.m. to make love. Sarcasm adds insult to injury. Eggshells take the place of carpet, tile and wood floors. Silence is spreaded very thick. Your fucking mouth says the damndest things, but your actions are so twisted. You really got me fucked up. Excuse after unseen lie fills your mind. Thinking of ways to get out of a temporary, sugarcoated situation. Don't wait nor hate on me. You never initiate. Wanna hold hands. Study long, study wrong. If confieded in, don't use that as ammunition to diss me. With bitter feelings of what you've been through tears and tears ago. My misery doesn't need you company, so miss me with that shit. Pushing buttons. So without drifting farther away, love me like you say you do and I'll love you back. with all my heart, or, Fuck you.





                                   Sir Lancelott