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Forget Me Not: The moon shines through my blinds, lighting my world in shadows / Black and white paint my eyes, a view that seems quite shallow. Now, a plethora of memories dance, only to dangle from love's gallows / One by one, I cut them down, burying them in a brainy barrow.
Half blinded by tearful memories I can't comprehend what's on replay / Spewing mole hills into mountains, do you enjoy the games you play? Vicious goading has painful consequences, I gave you what you wished / It wasn't what I dreamed of, but I'm used to unwanted crypts. I only ever wanted us, forfending the foundation we built / But you wanted us to build on you, a ground of insecure silt.
I feel I've written this before, or maybe I spoke it from my lips / Yes, I've seen this tragic play before, like the forget-me-nots of myth. So, uncork your holy water, sip from your cup of destruction / There's only eternity between us, unsaid words, and repercussions.
That Innocent Itch: In rocky cathedrals, I lift up my voice, fighting to remain faithful / In broken mirrors, I battle my demon,
just as Jacob wrestled the angel. I whisper in windowless rooms, hiding my sinful stain from the Lord / It's not some little blemish, but a deep stain I abhor. I trace my finger over it, I remember what I did / Yes, I asked for forgiveness, but my flesh loves this sin.
I'm not really addicted to it, I can always quit / But why should I give it up, when it scratches an innocent itch? Shhh...no one can know about this, I'd be labeled a hypocrite / They'd never really understand, the freedom I feel when I submit. There's nothing quite like it: the rush, the high, I must admit / The only wrong feeling is when it's over, and I slink back into my regretful pit.
I will say, in the beginning, it was a pleasure to commit / Alas, now when I indulge, the feelings bland-counterfeit. I can give it up, though, I'm not an addict / Here, I'll give it up, oh wait...I feel a little itch. It's okay, I'll quit right after this, just one moment of lust, one hit, one sip / Sure, this sin has lost its taste, but I'm not an addict.
Oh, wait...I can't quit...
I crave it...I need it...I like it!
Surely,: You say it's one little argument, but let's look at all your deeds / Of course, you'll say I'm too much, gaslighting, preparing lies to feed. You have reasons, you have lies, you have insecurities, and you use them all against me / You say that you love me, dangling it, recoiling it, bargaining it for a fee.
And every time I did enough, you'd move the mile marker / Do you find some holy ecstasy, when crying like a martyr? I get angry at these truths, can you blame me for being peeved? You will never own your faults, you'll just simply let them breed.
Perhaps, we're a broken refraction to some, due to the sights and sounds you sold / But this is only a reflection of you, because I'm so much more than your ideal mold. Surely, you enjoy your games-the sensational rush, like orgasmic bliss / Surely, you miss feeding those cravings, but it's not me you truly miss.
