Devil in the City of Angels
We’re at the same bar
But we’re not saying a word to each other
We have the same mindset
But we’d never say a word to each other
And old memories crumble
Into cracks of the same champagne bottle
But we know all the stolen glances
Make up for the lost time
And lost words that never made it
They make up for the secrets we shared to other people
That morphed into empty air
A million hours later
And only a million ways to say
You need to change your life
Before terrible actions change it for you
Thank god I never picked up that call
Cause the devil was on the other line
Begging for a wake up call
A million hours later
And only a million ways to say
You need to change your life
Before terrible actions change it for you
I can’t spin this sentence anymore
Only a million ways to tell you
You’re falling apart right in front of me
And I can’t leave you or I seem like the criminal
No one thought to suspect
But if I stay,
I become more broken every day
Trying to glue the pieces of a glass vase back together
But they’ve been bashed so many times,
Nothing fits anymore
And the fading of the colors
Makes it unrecognizable
But I still love it
It’s my favorite thing I’ve ever had to myself
I found it on my own
And nourished it on my own
But is it time to move along
Now that I'm fully grown?
Why have two broken things
When you could only have one?
Copyright © Matthew Bailey | Year Posted 2024
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