Sometimes I dream we're on the moon, you and I, alone.
The vampire and the blood.
You're moving like I've never seen you move.
Moving like you've met somebody new.
Your curly, long hair hiding half your pale face.
Sometimes I dream you still love me, but I'd rather dream you away.
I can't stand to see you there.
I can't stand to see you there without me.
I'll leave you here, on the moon. Don't follow me home, you'll be alright soon.
It's times like these I wish I could cut off your legs.
He's too old for you
He's not right for you
He'll treat you way better than I would
He's your night in a shining star, the one I never cared to be.
He's everything I've never been and will never see.
He's your new life, everything you know I can't be.
You used to burn by my side, like a fickle flame, waiting to subside.
I'm everything you don't see in the movies.
A fucked up version of a fucked up version of someone no one will ever meet.
If I can't sweet talk you can I cut off your legs?
If I can't be with you can't I just cut off your legs?
