you don t have to deny your urge it doesn t make you bad on our admission the makeweight lifted stop dwelling on the past i think about the three of us i wonder how we tessellate it would ve been much wiser to allow these feelings to abate empty words so free of connotations all dreams come to an end codify your utterance communicate your needs prepare your vocabulary my nervous system fails me my thoughts are becoming fugitive and when i m in your arms i wonder how much i can give the weekend is a godsend the night time is a lifeline another useless fumble another drunken stumble the pinkness round your iris reveals that you ve been crying but i don t know what my crime is i cause upset without trying people are judged on their mistakes and how much money that they make no one wants to lose their youth in a trench like this visiting the same places kissing all the same faces building up support looking for rapport i empty out my pockets at the end of the night another scrawled first name another sense of shame i need to get to bed before i fail myself again we got too close that night and i reached out for your hand the night time is my lifeline the weekend is a godsend another useless fumble another drunken stumble oh but the pinkness near your iris reveals that you ve been crying but i don t know what my crime is behind my crumbling veneer my strength is sapping my heartstrings are snapping