mistress.

i've finally figured out
what they talk about
when no ones around.
a secret doesn't tell itself
and a whisper isn't noise until
it leaves your lips.
so let the story unfold,
and remember you told him you meant it.
you told me you meant it.
and i've been staying late nights,
and i'm drinking again,
and i cant put away the thought
of you face locked in a grin,
so unchain that door,
because im coming in,
i won't go nowhere,
until you let this begin.
so let it leave your mouth like a bad taste,
and run to the one that you want to call your baby.
let it leave your mouth like a bad taste,
and run to the one
that you wanna call your baby.

that was going to be it,
the new acoustic.
but now there's something else to write about.
and its the best way to make it go away.

you are scum.
are you kidding me?
its funny how you don't even know.
the one you called your best friend,
now considers you a foe.
we don't want to hear it,
any sorry excuse.
any ridiculous reason
that your mind went obtuse.
we just want you away,
gone like the day,
we pretended to all get along.
the one you made look a fool,
now with them he's all cool,
and they've discovered which one was wrong.
now the bridges you burnt,
only left you stranded,
and you're now the one,
who's left empty-handed.
while we're all out to play,
and your handshakes begin to stray,
i hope you remember the day,
that you turned yourself into this.

theres no turning back now

no, you can't go back now.

this is who you are.

have a nice life.

(stay the fuck out of mine)