Of all the roads
I took the wounded way
Of all the words

That you chose to say
There were only 3 that held any weight
The rest was all just small talk


Lust, I hate it
I guess it's what you make it

Now it's said with past tense
For the sake of moving past this


Breaking in to me
Tell it how you think it's going to be
I'll bite back with broken teeth

So helpless I can't help this

I sense

Your purpose
So tense inside yet not on the surface
And if this is worth it

Then why is there still small talk?

Where is my patience

I cannot erase this
It lives inside me and it will die with me
This gap between us grows on

The last thing I want to do is move on