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