No need for typing out more lies
Or truths 

- those lines have been crossed

Backwards and forwards

Too many times, too many different ways.

I was listening to your song again

Last night.

Or as I should say our song.

The words we would sing together.
Maybe if there is a god above

Or a way below…

But I can’t see it, I can’t see it
whether in your bittersweet choice
the ebb and flow of what was once more
and let the memories flood back
like waves crashing ashore,

I'll just the music play
through the darkness, towards the light of day,

those lines have been crossed
and with it whatever comes next.