The hand that slipped away.

Be the next wanderer,
I couldn't care less.
Don't blame me for your hatred.
I'm tired of being a constant guest.
Get your crosshair off my head,
or just make a move and fuckin' shoot me dead.
It's a pity that you had your chances
to take me down between them kissy glances.
You didn't pull the trigger,
something stopped you, something bigger.
And kisses being so little,
stirred your mind up, made you brittle...

Anyway....
I hope you've found another guest
to sort your silly, bitter mess.
I guess it's time for you to learn.
Something new,
something new and flashy,
Something that will burn.
Don't point your pretty fingers at me, girl...
It's time for you to make a fuckin' turn.

What I've lost, I lost it.
Regret is a bitch, and it doesn't really pay.
What you've lost, you'll never know.
You've lost it in a day.
And someday you'll wonder, what we had, and why did we let it disappear...
Well... it did. Just as easy as your last night's pretty lipstick smear...
You'll wonder, even if you're stronger,
why we never kept it longer,
why we forced ourselves to stoop so low,
why we shined but never truly glow...
And believe me, you could always bet,
It will be all in here,
still warm and beating,
still slightly to the left.

M.