these are the things that
have shaped us
small smiles and little hugs
and the memories
you will never remember
[I am bad faith I am sorry]
/
one day I will walk you back to
the station, let you roll down
the windows of your car and
wave to you, knowing you
won't know my face
by morning
[I love you but you will leave me]
/
seeing you next to the bar
with another one,
it's just something I cannot reach
[this war is not over]
/
no more blood covers the ground
because the next battleground is
my heart, with you taking over
like this rush inside of me
[call me a monster so I am human]
/
which one of you loves
me? and do I want to know
if this is just manufactured,
if I am just another late-night
man that will end up with his
own locked-up memory of you?
[roses bloom again I think]
/
these are the things that have
shaped us, the afternoon walk to
the station, talking about all
of our frustrations
[I love you
you do not know
you do not exist]