Written by max collins
Saturday night burns a redness on my face
I tasted you tasted me you were never my taste
Now youre left alone with precious thoughts
Of half assed half an hour stops
And talk so small I cant remember ever saying a word
Laced with thick naivete
Firm delusions cant be swayed
Tell yourself youre happy
We both know the truth
Its false behind the dirty talk the dirty sheets the sexy walk
Your eyes are closed your heart open wide and thats no good
There is something up my sleeve
There is nothing in-between
You and me that you cant see
So beg my pardon
Honestys a virtue that can hurt you let it be
The thought that counts is counting down the minutes till I leave
And when I do youll be looking for security in words
Though you know that you wont get it for the better for the worse
I apologize for me
Then Im back in a couple weeks
Im too weak to help it
Dont know how to end it
I apologize for me