Rust
I don’t really know what he thought about us
Cause my eyes were so wet they started to rust.
And I should have said how much that I want
to feel his arms around me, not lust.
Cause I was damned every time he spoke to the sky.
When he’d speak of Heaven and I’d know he was lyin’.
Takin’ long looks in those emerald eyes,
made me see all the pain infecting his life.
Can’t really say that he ever love me,
but his beautiful smile, it’s all that I need.
I just gotta see that sweet face.
Need to run with him to our special place.
Need to stop trying for Heaven, start living for Hell.
It wouldn’t nice, but it’d suit us well.
