see you
i don't know how to tell youi can't play here anymore
maybe as you walk away
i can let it echo off your
perfect back
and through your
perfect hair
i'll think of what you said to me
the night the moon became
swollen with lies and
the opaque facade
your face took on hen you said
never again
i'll meet you at the bend
just behind the sighted horizon
where we'll find a way to
breathe again