Falsified Testo

Eight years falsified by the last days.I crushed your pride
with the weight
of five months crashing down
in between us;
three nights not one
can repair.
And our cats are so playful while we fight;
they're used to our years of sharpened claws.
And it takes all those away,
to know you feel now,
all of eight years falsified,
so I'm gonna push for the distance;
I feel no room to rebuild.
And I'm not gonna fight for the last word;
I stole the first, after all.
And our cats are so playful while we fight;
they're used to our years of sharpened claws.
And it takes all those away,
to know you feel now,
all of eight years falsified.