You asked me to put my legs up,
Flipping over the turned tables
While in the room we set on fire.
It was my fault; i watched you clutch the bottles while we passed nameless drunks.
You saw yourself at one in the morning
And you looked to me for a dance above dalliance,
With your undeserving frame of mind,
We got lost in the gossip
A lonely boy
A stoned soul
A damned tongue
And i let you in again
– kelly peacock