and i’m running in circles
across the dark side of the moon
we’re wading, caving to our deepest
i crave you in separation
lost time and i’m dying in the arms of a ghost
crying in your veins
creating feigns in an enemy of a man
with arms fold we guard our hearts
love without love and i’m feeling you
a candle lit retrospect
man with arms of might and a heart of stone
dancing in attention, loss of ego
and we’re crying on the kitchen floor
in an apartment we used to adore
throwing knives at a revolving door
standing on a balcony
with your hands in his pocket
and you thought i’d eventually
forget
third story balcony