Half Moon

Curious impulse drifting slow in a state
 In the darkness, in music, our imperfect escape
 You're a good girl, a daughter of liars avenged
 And you paint such a picture, the departed, unhinged
 You make a splash
 You're adored by strangers through glass
 When we fuck up our rhythm this idea is a curse
 I invite myself in and I think I kissed you first
 But this glimpse at the past, it is tattered and trite
 Our love tastes like sugar but it pulls all the life out of me
 Out of me
 You cry to an old friend, to a hole in your heart
 To a ghost in the fading strokes of your glorious art
 And she lied when she said she would call you today
 And you know I couldn't blame her
 The pain that you make never dies
 I hung it up in a wistful disguise