my eternal clock stopped for you, 6 months
but it didn’t click
i tell myself you don’t exist anymore
but you’re always brought back
coming in the back door
i’m still thinking what it is about you
those convincing eyes
leaving me to believe your dirty tender little lies
how did you make me so torn?

and as it goes for the accomplice
i thought he was bud,
but that’s just what i was drinking.