hold me to those words i never said
places we never went.
words scream louder than actions
and i’d rather not be another notch in your belt
a distant memory in a life lived without me.
we invite them in with the words we sing
secrets about our lives
exposed in art
i can’t find another way to bear my heart
and i wish you knew what these words mean
but that’s the thing, questions leave you wanting more
Untold stories in our echos
and I’m still, i’m still another notch in your belt
a distant memory in a life lived with someone else
fade in, fade out
you’re just a different ghost
go haunt someone else
Music played in the background, but instead of singing the interlude, Arik spoke it.
how many more times can I say goodbye to you without dying inside?
i tell Myself this will be the last time, but the next time you show up with a knock, I’ll Still let you in, knowing how it will end
left Standing at the hotel checkout, i go back to all those nights we whispered promises between sheets only to face the morning leaving
the divide between us growing every time i let You use me.
i’ve written so many notes and letters i’ll never send
i can’t bring myself to put it On paper and admit what i need to say.
so i’ll sing it to you instead all the words left Unsaid
I inhaled audibly, and every eye in the room was on me. He’d never alluded to our years of hookups in his writing, and I’d never told anyone. I thought it was a secret we’d take to our grave.
Val paused the record. “Ex-fucking-cuse me?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“You know this isn’t a courtroom,” Bronx said.
“The Geneva Convention says I don’t have to incriminate myself.”