&& don't blow out the candles just yet

its 3am and by the seems of it lack of sleep is catching up with us and all we can do is lie back on the concrete staircase. and you'll complain you can't sleep because its winding around your insecurities. at least that way you can't fall down. you always did say i held you up. and i always told you that you let me down.
lets turn back the time where we could lay in the grass and i'd let my fingers run themselves through your hair as your lips fell on mine. i never complained. it was midnight and the only light we had was the candles in the wine bottles we had drunk that night. we slurred our words and split our drinks but we knew it would be okay - me and you against the world, isnt that what you would say?
there was more red wine in your bloodstream than anything else, but i knew you meant it when you told me our plans, and i knew I meant it when i told you i wanted it too, didn't i?
we promised to spend our days together, didn't we. in a broken down house covered in black and white photos, but never enough furniture. [is that how we ended up here?]
but by the seems of it, thats all been forgotten now, hasn't it.
candle wax has dried down the walls, empathised with the sepia tone on your photographs and the metaphors you would sing in your sleep. the roof is leaking again,
the rain is falling through. i gave up lecturing you about it didn't i, you'd just smile that smile and i'd be straight back in your arms again. you can charm birds off the trees, you know that? and i hate for it, but i love you more so don't worry it'll all be okay.




the concrete seeps through my tee shirt, and i can feel all your emotions run smack bang into my heart, and i feel bad for every other guy i kissed, because, pretend that devil-may-care attiude as much as you like, every time my lips tocuhed other guys, i chipped away at another part of your heart.

so i guess




i could call you heartless?