Moving On

Part1:

She's been packing for a week now.

In her head... for a year now.

He's flippin out. Keeps fading back and forth between: a- being happy its over and b- the absolute fear that it could possibly really be over this time.

Its like when you grow your hair out real long...

the day you decide to cut it is a hard one

Or when you threw away that toy.

Cos last time you did it, you remember what it

felt like when suddenly you wanted to play with it

... and it was gone

She's been packing for a week now.
In her head... for a year now.

He's sitting selfishly at a computer trying to comprehend it. Not the move, mainly the lack of communication. He feels like he is accepting a truth that hurts to swallow.

It's not that they are starting to grow apart

Somewhere long ago they grew apart

He recognized it that first night

Somewhere near Gill Hill and the base of Pierce

He listen in confusion

What the fuckin hell happened here?

She's been packing for a week now.

In her head... for a year now.

He's sifting through texts and picture mail. He shouldn't be there. He knows it. She knows it. And He knows it. But he is stuck here right now. Scared of how to make amends.

Like when I beat the shit outta kid

I didn't want to see any one from that family

Shame. Humiliation. Guilt.

All feelings that were falsely shoved on me.

But on me they were.

She's been packing for a week now.

In her head... for a year now.

He's sleeping soundly this evening. Cos he knows its finally over. And yet That One knows that his destruction has just begun.

But now it’s over and I can’t stay sober

Pour and swallow

Follow one shot with another

I'll keep on till you agree to come back over

Or until there are X's on my eyes

My old man always swore that hell would have no flame

Just a front row seat

To watch your true love pack her things and drive away

She's gone now. Palabra!

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Part2:

blood stains on the carpet --- blood stains on my hands

drag her toward the kitchen --- hide the evidence

oh the toil a lie can bring --- that quitters never know

but lies can be the perfect things --- if they never show

the crisis posed a question --- just beneath the skin

the virtue in my veins reply --- that quitters never win

she almost ruined everything.........

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Part3:

Hello Operator

::static::

I would like to place a call

::static::

Um, to the pale gray telephone that is hanging on the wall.

::static::

I know this sounds crazy, but... um, could you patch me through?

Its just that.... you know, so she doesn't hear me ringing.

::static::

I will wait. I've got nothing else to do.

::ringing::

So when she finally picks

::ringing::

me up

::ringing::

::fading::

Checking for a dial-tone,

::fading::

To finger in the number of.... 'oh dear god' ---

Her new lover's telephone.

::faded::

::drowning::

I will be resting on the earlobe that I use to hunt

...and peck

::dreaming::

I will slowly wrap myself around her pretty little neck

I'll begin the explanation as to why she cannot breathe.

::drowning::

You should not have been unfaithful!!!

You should not have ever fucked with me!!!!!

::dreaming::

::static::

Hello? Hell.... Oh.