endlessly

remember when we did what we were sold?

before we knew the world would end so slow

and all these flags are going to make me cry

i'm going to run away and hide

i'll do or die.

you're going to wish i warned you endlessly.

hiding is only part of being seen.

sharing different answers - misery.

when i have every thing you left for me.

there going to name a virtue after this

for rearranging everything you missed

dealing with the punches for the kiss

for forgetting what you used to need

and begging for an answering machine.

only to leave when you're left with

the chance to breath or forget, and i wish

that the prayers you sent would come back

with blessings, instead of second guessing.

you'll never have to scram to make scene

we'll just pretend we never made believe

even though such traffic is hard to see

i still have everything you left in me.