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