your pretty lips

so you broke an empty promise
like it wasn't even there
and was never meant to pass your pretty lips.
so now you can't be quite honest
instead have nothing to share
as you bite at guilty fingertips

well i hope they bleed

when you needed me
i gave the time
and we bled every tear
now conceitedly
i look for mine
but you won't reappear

a last goodbye, a final notice
the wrecking ball is inching in
but your bags were packed, you checked out days ago
in the deconstruction there i wrote this
longing for your flinching skin
now i move along without a way to go

well i hope you're happy
now it's over