"Dedicated to every ex-girlfriend who, no matter how hard you tried to be, you fell short of their glory. To every girl you ever wasted a tear, or an emotion over. To every girl you tried to make yours, but they were to stuck in their own drama to realize what they had in front of them, and what they have that they should throw away. To everyone who has forever closen themselves on the inside so the hurt can't get in, and to everyone who has ever grown accustom to being in pain...."
- - Tristen Kyzar "Mr. Goodbar"
Falling short of where you stand,
I wake up with your name on these wet streams,
that slowly wash my face into the sand,
and leave behind an empty desert of me.
I cross my mind looking for you,
in this wasteland that use to be felicity.
Scrape my insides to the dark,
only let my outside be seen.
Let no one in too close.
Just enough to set myself up for loss,
to theive away this empty ghost,
no matter how hard I'll rebound the cost.
I don't know what I miss more,
you being there, or saying you will.
Your promises lye in peices before me
along with the wall I setup against you.