As I sit here, weighing up my life on this sunny afternoon,
I get this feeling inside, a feeling of impending doom,
The kind of feeling where you have no way to reach
The closest rock to grab, to climb the unstable rocks of love.

The afternoon slowly cools with my mood,
my mind on sweet memories,
sweet blissful, & unlikely dreams too,
why I’m becoming sentimental.

And as the day draws to a close & the stars begin to shine,
my love is tormenting me, his face before my eyes,
I can see nothing else, but all those deeds and lies,
the ones I used to protect myself,
but now they have deserted me for that thing they call truth,
And as I scrabble and scrape, bruising and hurting,
I begin to fall backward into the lies I tried to escape.