stuck to the leather tight, til' bare thighs bore reddened impressions of your hemline. weary of humid nights and long drives, that culminate in sombre, short goodbyes. hoped you were wrong. knew that you were not. naive to a fault to let this last so long.
examined my angled tines, no appetite for a lukewarm tray of food that had arrived. preboarding vs9, i lied, when i told you everything would be alright. knew i was wrong. had been all along. naive to a fault to let this so long.
can't begin to move on, can only count off time lost. can't begin to move on, can only count off sunk cost.