Bright lights circle their sleeping eyes,
Stealthily falling deeper into a pattern created with a smile.
A figure-eight carved into diamond.
Highways and back roads take the same amount of time to wear away.
It runs through his veins like the sound of burning ashes.
They will disappear into a new world with new rules.
Still, the same story haunts those torn out pages.
A fresh brush stroke on a dry horizon.
And once again their bare feet are wet.
It wont be long until the blisters form and open to flesh.
It seems like we were right all long, sure from the start.
If she really loved him she would hate him with every inch of her heart.
