I'd fill in in your stead
Call me considerate
Replicate and reverberate until I counter the instance
Commemorate my favorite faults
Register, you swore once you might serve me well, and, now, maybe, you've done that after all
When I was bonded - consecrated
Ever-consumed by the con of our summation
Ever-enamoured by the light that I lost
I can never return, and I don't expect to
Don't plan to pick right up like this was destined
But doesn't retract from the fact that it was the most honest lie that I have ever made
You surely don't suspect I'd just get over it
I could spend a lifetime filling in your silhouette
Trace it back and forth in your remembrance
My heart can hardly mention commitment
When it calls to question, you commemorate my favorite faults
Between the suggestions you're stale to expect
And the suspense I elicit, the whispers that beckon passion seem to descend
In the moments that I manage to sustain my somber securities to the comfort of refrain
I'm ashamed to call it love, but it's the closest I've ever come
I'm only in it for me