I know the lies you told and who you told them to. I know everything you didnât think anyone knew. Sheâs lost in the sheets. Tangled in darkness. Finding a way out, someday. If we make it to the hills by sunrise Iâll hide with you. We walked arm in arm, while love walks hand in hand. It makes more sense for you to be typical. Let go of my fuckinghand. Lets cross our fingers and pray. Its so cold in here already. It was your last breath and the most poetic thing that you could think to say was âoh shitâ.