Only Love

Please keep your distance from me
I know is hard to believe
I never wanted to be your only love
I know the sting of pride hurts,
It only makes matters worse.
I never said I would be your only love.
Old ships battle scars silhouettes and skeletons.
News on, once the clouds are gone, these are things that I am not.
Old news, heaven sent, if heaven wasn’t what it is. If all the stars fell from the storm. Then this is what I’ve become.
I need a new relief dressed as a new belief and then
I could try to be anything or anyone other than who I was.
We never hear the dawn. Wake your roommate up
So I’m between the sheets wishing for anyone other than us.
Long walks, phones that die, summer in the dead of night.
Some would say our heads our gone these are things we never was.
Long cries. no response. Silhouettes from all my bones
Still we keep our heads on wrong because these are things we never was.
I need a new relief disguised as a new belief and then
I could try to be anything or anyone other than who I was.
And I will let you say, between your mother’s sheets
And I will slip through the crack of the records that stack on your bedroom walls.
We leave no proper ending that will mean this meant something.