they carved the message deep within
our broken hearts that failed to mend
make out kids never had a chance
to be best friends

he's into math and magazines
director's cuts and gray-sell green
armed with her knife and contradictions
she sees completely through me
i'm fond of twin peaks, afternoons
inexpensive wine with cordon bleu
armed with a plethora of insecurities
we keep each other amused

headed for the madness
we are better by design
it's all we'll ever have to
say goodbye

flown in, sleep over winter break
cocktails and miniature mistakes
lights out, we're covered in
each others warm embrace

and if we keep swimming
maybe this will never die

we fail to keep in touch these days
i'm liquid cold, she's motor grey
hollowed by circumstance
that pushed us both away