I am a dying star, I told you so.
I knew from the beginning this would have a bitter end.
I didn’t expect your taste to linger so long behind my lips.
I didn’t expect I could ever get enough of
your eyes but now I see them everywhere I go.
I want to you to let this love we had die
and pretend you never knew who I was,
rather than to stare at the anomaly I am
and to find someone who is
what I could have been.
— we were always improbable