You where the last
most best thing to happen to me
Forgot I made a silicone
Mold of me
Bare hands peeling oranges
Seems appealing
Weaving lies throwing pies
Stitches are dissolving
Underneath the skin
I'm questioning
Why you won't let me in
Constant regret of how we begin
Man sometimes I wish
I could live that again
No cares warm nights fire dancen'
Growing up learning respect
Now what do I detect
Resentment in my sole
I'm getting to old, for this
You where the last
most best thing to happen to me
Forgot I made a silicone
Mold of me