In a Sentence
In search of someplace less familiar you
left footsteps still fresh in memory dark
4 a.m. exit and the door closing behind you
was the last time I heard your voice
now is some cheap imitation of you
who I thought I knew was knowing more
of me too you left not looking back once
you're gone thought you'd come back
but you have other plans this whole time
plays tricks on the mind like you
telling lies leads to me questioning
every word you've ever uttered
in my direction you can't even look
cause you know I know you fucked up.
February 3, 2006