You loved me because you thought I was a cool girl speeding blindly but happily into the same dead end you were heading for.
You thought my dark jackets were meant to hide us from the non-believers but you were never invited into my hooded home.
You thought I was made of playing cards and harmless addictions, and you blew your cigarette smoke away from my direction so I would keep standing next to you.
Did it feel right to you when you'd sling your bony arm over my slumped shoulders? Did it feel right to you when we'd take shortcuts and sneak out? Because it never did to me.
I was dying inside and I just needed you there for company.
