Past

What did you utter, into the night?

The same moans and groans as you do with me?

Did you promise your body; your soul; the earth and stars - and all that falls between?

Have his fingers walked, stalked and pressed the paths of your skin; those highways and byways, the roads mine now travel?

To your pleasing smile, was he led on?

Do you whisper in my ear like you whispered in his? Same words, same entice, same device.

It's me that touches you now, but who do you imagine is holding you tight?

Betrayed to a ghost of who I replaced.

So who could you lay with where the words would ring true?

You couldn't trust the time that we now share.

And heard only echoes when I spoke my heart.

Well could you trust hers?

Did she give you something that was lacking in me;

or, was she just a service so you could fuck me?

We all have a past; but not a virgin, not a whore.

I gave you all and it drove you mad.

Just whose at the wheel as you car crash your life?

Will she nurse you better, as your madness subsides, 'cause you wont find me there.

A whore!

You're a fool!

I gave you my heart.

You lied and deceived: stole to amuse.

Well what do you want, a girl with no past?

I wanted you; but you're smoke and mirrors.

He said you're no good.

So you've spoken to him, the proof of your lies.

Get a grip, a word's no fuck.

Well here's a fuck you, from my little friend.

You quoted Pacino!!! As you've shot me dead.

Now my throat's as tight like my trigger finger.

Well another fuck you, no crappy film quote, your lunch that I make: I've poisoned you dead!