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Separate


If I went back to the start, that would be the end of me See me I take her heart, but let her keep her dignity Physical symmetry was what initially appealed to me What thrilled her was the gold & silver plus a lust for mystery Listerine mixed in with nicotine when she was kissing me Coffee & cigarettes on my breath the memory's misery Words could never express what felt like it was meant to be Mind spinning like a Frisbee, back & forth mentally There's always great temptation, before a great victory So seek the same sensation, or reach out for the remedy Forgive the similes and imagery I'll make it simple, see I took care of the infant, she took care of the Hennessey My tendencies towards enemies limits me in ability The infamy lives on, be careful when you mention me Now you know a glimpse of the story, all the history It started off great now just show me how to kill this thing We spent our lives together Then we went our different ways We said we'd last forever Now it's time we separate It's not that my love for you has faded But maybe somewhere I misplaced it Where it grew jaded and serrated and overrated And hateful Unpredictable Known to flip right out your skull That's why she wouldn't tell you Even if she knew the kid was yours
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