I've been dropping lines like they're hot but you haven't seemed to notice. I tried to tell you how I felt but I just stuttered and trailed off. it's okay. you've got a rep to withhold and I'm just overrated and old. turn the other way and pretend I never mattered. forget about the cold December nights. there was a ring around the moon and I swore I'd put one around your finger. I guess we're both liars. I treated you better than you deserved, i guess that's my fault. and as long as we're being honest, don't lie and say you cared. you want to tell the truth but you're just so fucking scared. so keep those secrets pressed between lips instead. I find myself alone most nights tired and shaking to the beat of past mistakes that i know you'll never (let me) forget. the only difference between now and before is that my mouth doesn't hold back anymore. verbal fist fights where low blows are encouraged. i'll wear you down with words designed to make you hurt.