Wane

(Wane: to have a progressively smaller part of its visible surface illuminated so that it appears to decrease in size; especially of a feeling, to decrease in power or extent, become weaker; to draw to a close, approach an end.)

You sit with your eyes shut tight

contemplating wrong and right

you keep it in, won't make it known

I'm looking out through keyholes

I know you talk it out in code

so willingly leave me along

a silhouette of street-lit bones

I misinterpreted at most

sure, this place is new to me but

I've been here before

fill up my head with screaming doubt

just to come back and let it out

you use your phrases like a knife

and me as the wrist that you slice

sure, this place is new to me but

I've been here before

sure, your face is new to me but

I've met you before

You know that I am no good

I'd fuck your life up if I could

so much for moving forward

in the end we're both prisoners

sure, this place is new to me but

I've been here before

sure, your face is new to me but

I've met you before

sure, it's just developing but

I know what's in store