This won´t be the last you´ll hear from me... it´s just the start.
I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me.
I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin. brace yourself... i´m bent with bitterness.
When your apologies fail to ring true,
(you´re) so slick with that sarcastic slew or phrases like ´i thought you knew´, while keeping me in hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds skin touching skin (abscence follows).
In the end, i win every time as ink remains.
Sour tastes prevail as you play back the tape machine.