Circles.

Lying out in the midday sun, tied up in regret,

hoping to sweat out all their mistakes.

Girl,

I'm sure he really wants to hold your hand,
but he's just too proud to comprehend.
Young man,
you can try and call her name out loud,
but she's too beaten and bruised to understand.

She wants to love you kid, in every little way,
but you wont stop crumbling her away.
Kiss her,
with the whole wide world sound asleep
and the sky bleeding purple to orange.
To and fro,
with his leather tied tightly around her wrists,
and her love getting lost in liquored crowds.

Watching her bleed boy, won't prove a thing,
she's waiting for you on that park bench.
Shivering,
her soft skin covered with something borrowed
and lips turning the colour depression blue.
Boy,
she's paid her dues now so hold on or let go,
you're making it worse; testing every truth.