mystery's gone

and i left because i saw my mother there

in your wrists

not your forehead or your hair

it was thin enough for gentle touch to break off a souvenir

so i left

and i left behind a mess

that i expected you to clean up

who can i transfer this blame on now because

the mystery's gone

we waited so long

and i stupidly set a trap for me

cause now that we know

each other with no clothes

i'm wondering why it doesn't taste as sweet

it's for the best" a familiar voice whispers