• lab_13 5w

    You and I, I and you

    You've snickered in my dark, blowing out my flame.
    You've been dancing naked on my walls
    Warning me with shame.
    If I am not the healer then I am the lie.
    However, Saint Peter calls.
    To this red iron gate, I walk the path, wishing I was you chewing on broken glass.
    Your tongue told lies yet they were stories that lit up eyes till four in the morning.
    When I was robbing the market you drove the getaway car we slept in the woods and you were gone by day.
    I guess I should have waited if I could.
    Maybe if I was the nice guy you'd stay.
    However, I'm going to saint Peters's gate.
    See you tomorrow, if not then I guess I was too late.