this won`t be the last you`ll hear from me: it`s just the start.
i hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me. i will
hold a candle up to you to singe your skin. brace yourself: i`m
bent with bitterness.
when your apologies fail to ring true, (you`re) so slick with
that sarcastic slew or phrases like `i thought you knew`, while
keeping me in hot pursuit.
tracing the plot finds skin touching skin (abscence follows).
in the end, i win every time as ink remains. sour tastes prevail
as you play back the tape machine.