Two minutes after the time on the meter’s run out
We’ve run out
Like we spent our last dime on having fun out
Well, is it fun now?
The heart on my sleeve’s been worn out
Like Cinderella waiting at the top of the hour, for her fantasy to return to reality
It was too good to be true
Relying on some magical force to pull me back to you
Instead, I turn my back to you
And walk away from what eyes see
Like the date on the milk when it’s overdue
We’ve run this relationship up and down, until it’s overused
Where the chance of it getting better is our only excuse
Only problem is, I can’t get over you
Meaning every ounce of our value, is left in the past
And all that’s left is rot
Drugged up on steroids, too many forget-me-nots
Our relationship, like steroids, is big on the outside, but the side-effects cause a shrinking underneath
Letting go of you is like a muslim, parting ways with his beliefs.
Not gonna happen.
At least not because of me.
I’d rather be pulled apart, until I’m pried off
See love has this tendency of ripping your pride off
And I mean that in more ways than one
But, I’m not afraid
Our happy ending has long been delayed
And we’re well deserving
Not victim nor slave, I’m no longer serving
An unrealistic ideal of what could be
I’m over that
Like an ID card that’s no longer valid
We are no longer valid
Set to be invalid after a fixed period of time
The timing of the longevity of our relationship has been fixed
And we’re splitting nails, dragging it out to the last inch
One grain of sand away from having nothing left to pour
Our passion rich, but our actions poor
Yet we keep getting back up until we can’t anymore
Derived from a latin word, meaning “breathe out”
Problem is I can’t get my relief out
Until we work out
Making an enemy out of relief….
From us being expired, I’ve become inspired.
And that’s enough for me.
For making us expired.