Backseat drivers
Backseat lovers
Backhanded compliments
Dirty little secrets kept
From who you share your boring bedroom with
Who’s using who?
I can never remember
Teach me pillow talk
In a foreign tongue
But I still can’t say
“Forever”
I’m a sucker for endings
Whether sappy or happy
I need to feel the full weight of loss
Before I can move on
Come for me or
Comfort me
It’s all the same
“When you’re with me
You’re with only me.”
Repeat it back so we
Can both accept the blame
Just because there’s a climax
Doesn’t mean the story’s over
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