stop sign

here i am at a crossroads

my hands up in surrender

i'm not sure i can remember

the last time i was vulnerable

why do we destroy foibles?

i read your dictionary of mistreatment

yearned for you on the holiday

like some sort of spiritual retreatment

you were good for my soul

i thought you should know

i hated how we drifted apart

lost that already dying spark

stop sign, the light in my doe eyes died

my tongue forgot the taste of your skin

and the feel of your name

i threw it down my mental drain

stop sign, or fuck, i may just cry

my traffic light of what ifs blew out last week

and in the tumultuous rain

i remembered my gain

in losing the memories we once shared

i retaught myself how to care

i got stranded on the side of the road

when did we become so old?

i saw an apparition of you

i saw right through

the lies you fed me on that silver platter

my mind matters

and right now i could lose myself again

i finally made that bed

stop sign, the light in my doe eyes died

my tongue forgot the taste of your skin

and the feel of your name

i threw it down my mental drain

stop sign, or fuck, i may just cry