Serial Monogamist
I am not here to subvert...

You're my dirty little secret
A private, twisted game...

The last night spent in a hotel room just like the...
Where the only fumblings are now our words...

I've seen you in the next life
And held you by the hand...

Why do you play dead?
to prove you're still alive...

By Treadingafineline
You are a large part furnished flat...

At your wedding, you were the beautiful bride
your soon to be husband beaming with pride...

Sitting alone on your bar stool throne
Cold unseeing eyes tilted...

I've been waiting for you.
At night, I cling to side streets...

The desk job nine til nine
Not enough time to survive...

Everybody Hurts
Time for you to realise...

At night she drinks to drown you out
And become one with apathy...