Roses and Cigarettes

The Space Between

So let's pretend we're happy, and say that we're fine. Have a chat over a coffee, and say that we moved on. Let me tell you how good I'm doing, and you'll tell me the same. Maybe talk some more before we go back to where we never left. Let us have a stroll in the park and I'll tell you I'm okay. You'll buy me cotton candy and say I used to like it.

Let it turn into night. And let the dark blanket engulf us. For then we, our shadows, our souls, and the night, become one and the same. For then I can see through your heart and you can see through mine. For then you'll know I've been lying the whole time, and I'll know the same.

You won't mention it, and I won't either. But we don't have to worry about it right? Because we have to worry about other things than worrying about what to say.

And then you go out and about your life, with one additional thing on your mind. Sometimes you want it all back, and sometimes you don't. A time machine or a death bed would do. One to get you more life and one to get you less. And you're stuck in the space between.