I must keep you close
You know my secrets
You know my pretense
You know my facade
My manipulation
I'm not safe

I hate this sour headspace
I hate pining for what once was
I hate allowing myself to be hurt by you

We are dancing
Missing each other in the darkness
Connecting only over others
Only through liquid and smoke

Will we ever share again?
Will the truth prevail?
Or will this awkward duet be endless?