Take me out with the waste; this is not what I do.
It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you.
It was impossible. The image, the words, just wouldn't go away.
He didn't know what to do. He just felt numb, empty, void.
It's the wrong time for somebody new,
It's a small crime, but I got no excuse.
No matter how hard he tried, he always seemed to mess something up.
The playful insults were now long gone, only to be replaced with quiet statements.
Quiet statements that were so much worse.
That he couldn't help but react to. Then things became unfair, then spiraled downwards yet again.
And is that alright, yeah.
Give my gun away when it's loaded,
Is that alright, yeah.
If you don't shoot it how'm I s'posed to hold it.
He just wanted it to end. He wanted it all to end forever. If only they could reach that happy place, where there were never any misunderstandings, and nothing ever went wrong.
Is that alright, is that alright, with you…
But they couldn't. No matter how close, something would always remain broken.
There would always be those shattered remnants of a relationship once had.
He loved him so much… so much that the fiery hot tears cascading down his face were nothing in comparison to the ripping apart of sanity he went through from saying everything he did.
He never wanted to stop. He wanted to hold his lover in his arms and pretend that everything was okay, delude himself into believing that just for a moment, they had found their silver lining.
Take me out with the waste; this is not what I do.
It's the wrong kind of place to be cheating on you.
All those times he had went behind his back, and it had come back to maim him in the end. All the time carefully spent trying to gracefully hide things so no one could feel pain.
That could all have been avoided by opening his eyes and doing a few simple things.
He would do anything for his lover. He never wanted to stop, no matter how bad things got.
These feelings were unbearable, unexplainable, and so terrifyingly beautiful.
He was clawing his way out of the abyss, but wanted to jump right back in.
He couldn't help it. His lover was like a drug.
It's the wrong time for somebody new,
It's a small crime, but he's pulling me through.