Sanctum of Bleeding Angels
(ahhhh) Europe had you, I had June,
Counting days till me and you.
Fell that summer, fell too fast,
My mistake to think we’d last.
You unpacked your bags to stay,
But your baggage never went away.
We were singing, dancing under the stars,
Picnic blanket, you stole my heart.
Two left feet, but we fell in tune,
Round and round underneath that moon.
Oh, take me back to where you are—
Singing, dancing under the stars.
I fought for you,
you fought for validation,
Turned my quiet nights into interrogation.
You called my dreams a reason to leave,
Never asked what they meant to me.
You wanted love, I needed room,
You took my growing as losing you.
Your hand in my sleeve,
your kiss on my neck,
Now we throw words that we can’t take back.
I hate that my mouth tore our connection,
You loved your version,
missed my reflection. I used to rep seven,
hit the court, chase a win,
You repped thirty-four below the belt,
under your skin. We both kept score,
neither wanted to give in.
We were singing, dancing under the stars,
Picnic blanket, you stole my heart.
Two left feet, but we fell in tune,
Round and round underneath that moon.
Oh, take me back to where you are— Singing,
dancing under
the
stars.
That roofie in your drink still haunts my head,
All of the fear,
all the things left unsaid.
I wish that night would fade to grey,
But it never,
never
went away. I miss our blanket,
I miss our view,
Hate how I hurt,
still missing you.
We were singing, dancing under the stars,
Picnic blanket, you stole my heart.
Two left feet, but we fell in tune,
Round and round underneath that moon.
Oh, take me back to where you are—
Singing, dancing under the stars.
(ahhhh,
take
me back)
(under
the
stars)