Wax Nostalgia dripping softly
Off your puckered lips
Spills a thirst I can’t deny
Onto my fingertips
And when it’s the last time
It’s never the last time
Just like the last time
It was before
You carry magnets
Inside your pockets
You wax nostalgia
On your door

Here I go
I go again
Down the hallway
Into the bedroom
Of where you always end up in

With your conquest eyes
Nails like knives
You grip me like a gun
Captivated by the danger
You click the safety off for fun

And this house of glass
Drips with wax
Your hands tight round my neck collapse
Your smile shines bright with oblivion
That cuts straight through my skin

Wax Nostalgia dripping softly
Off your puckered lips
Spills a thirst I can’t deny
Onto my fingertips
And when it’s the last time
It’s never the last time
Just like the last time
You said before
You carry magnets
Inside your pockets
You wax nostalgia
On your door

Here I go
I go again
Down the hallway
Into the bedroom
Of where you always end up in

When you carved the day we met
Onto that photograph
I didn’t notice it would serve us
As our epitaph
And when you cried into the rain
The day the world collapsed
I realized just what the end means
On a treasure map