things i wont tell you

Encroaching on your territory and doing things I won't be able to take back. The past has left me crippled. I don't believe you in late loud rooms, I don't believe you drunk in the dark. Your pretty words are grains of sand strung on a hair like pearls and if truth was the needle used to string them there I'd be that needles pull. If I could believe you it'd be in the morning, in your bitter sleepy haze. You before the coffee drips, you right off the dream. That's where I love you forever. There you're made of gold. There nothing else matters. There we tear down walls we've built. Exposing ourselves in simple forms and laughing at the stones we've thrown.