untitled.

nothing more, nothing less
a little betrayal, a little mess
away with her dignity for a moment of relief
falsehoods, no disbelief.

and gritting her teeth, the lies force themselves out
like the kiss on his lips and the taste in her mouth
she's purging again to rid herself of him
alone again, lights cut dim.

"And if I fall tomorrow, I'd still fall into your arms.
Like london's bridge is burning down. and, like the black
Sky falls around the moon,
It's true, I fall around you."

smoldering towards him once more
loving herself has proved such a chore
softly, hardly, hardly feeling at all
feeling no pain, feelings dissolve


"And if I fall tomorrow, I'd still fall into your arms.
Like london's bridge is burning down. and, like the black
Sky falls around the moon,
It's true, I fall around you."

"So, don't treat me like I'm your first;
another protege of something worse.
Say it once, say it again.
No lie can can make this one bend."

and, if I fall tomorrow, I'd still fall into your arms,
like london's bridge is burning down. but, like the black
sky falls around the moon,
it's true, I fall around you.
like the black sky falls around the moon, it's true, I die without you.