• Placed high on a pedestal, just shy of October.
    We're two friends on edge, and you've been trying to throw me over.
    Kept me drinking dry lies on ice, but now that I'm sober,
    I spy from your stance, we're not up here to dance,
    and I'm here to tell you, you won't get the chance.

    Tripped up, by a slip of the tongue on your own part.
    It's a long way down and so it's time that you depart.
    After every spiteful word you thought I'd take to heart,
    Swore I'd love watching you fall, but instead I fell apart.

    Ill at the hands of things unsaid
    and battered by the blades on our words, we bled.
    the wounds have only deepened, and our eyes are bloodshot red,
    not a white flag to be seen, just shy of April's End.

    Take a look for yourself and tell me there's no trend,
    I only tried to apologize but she said forgiveness was spent.
    When I only told it to her straight, she told me I was bent.
    So I cried for what I'd lost and she said not to lament.

    I'll tell you I resent her for every single lie,
    I'll tell you my intent is just to let the whole thing die.
    and I'll tell you I'm content with things, even as I sigh,
    but no one ever caught it, so I continued to deny.

    That it torments me not to know her anymore.
    And that I wonder if she meant a word she said to make me smile, to make me sore.
    Or that there were times before now, that I'd wish for nothing more.
    To no extent did these words ever find my lips, because if I repent now,
    then I can never change this script and I'll be forced to admit to all in hearing range,

    That this little lady, who brought my heart to a stop, my roar to a whimper, my blood to a boil,
    and my tear to a drop, my mind to a blank, my face to a scowl, and my world to an end,
    was once my number one,
    was once my best friend.

    You see pride is a pedestal, stacked dangerously high,
    It was just shy of October, when we started this climb,
    or else calamitous decline, of who's better and who's right.
    And then you tripped on a slip of the tongue, and I knew I was losing you that night.

    I swore I'd love to watch you fall but I almost fell apart.
    I damn what came next, it was a fault of the heart.
    I offered you my hand, abandoned my pedestal, so defiant and grand,
    discarded the hatred, the denial, the plan.
    Said if you're going down, then I'm going down too.
    I cursed myself aloud, and I could tell that you knew.
    This is all a game and I broke the only rule,
    and always forgetting, to remember,
    I can't love you.