a descending climb

my feet can't make the hill

to the top where your house hides

tomorrow she comes

the one who i've sworn and broke

loyalty

to take your place

in the bed next to me

you threaten to make me dead

and none of this will matter

or surface again

scares you to know that we won't be

watching the same sun

or brooding the same thoughts

in the same part of the world

scares me how you get older

how you forget about each other

things mean a lot at the time

don't mean nothing later