all these things 

late nights talking, our hands brushing 

the grey landscape of your eyes 

the dulled beating of my heart 

three years of total devotion 

the rewards falling into my lap? 

i have a hard time picking truth from lies/uncertainties 

sometimes they start out as truth and morph into lies 

then you can't blame anybody 

and we always need someone to blame 

i can already feel it 

i started out walking tall 

and now my back is hunched 

in slow desperation for you 

get off me please
but don't let go of my hand

always want me
only me