Let’s name the monsters that you’ve killed.
As the good guys turn bad we shovel holes to bury the past.
An empty bottle of wine hits the river’s surface, carrying messages for the soulmates we may never find.
For some reason, the things that are closest always seem to be the farthest away. Because you and I are both here right now but it’s probably going to take us another six months before we realize what we’re missing out on.
The sun sets on another day as I look at you with feelings I’ve been trying to hide for far too long. But we’re both drunk and I know that it’s not alright to feel this way.
Let’s name the monsters that you’ve killed. Luckily, you already know what I’m called.