around you. everything a different dirty secret. im the words worst secret agent; great at the job but the shit i hide couldnt be more childish. not just for you.

its like, in this war we become each others enemies. at least, youd be mine. my secrets arent for your eyes. we sit here and you call me friend. my commanding officer screams “do it now” but none of this really matters. time runs out like a budget for war.

take action, soldier, at my hidden words. how you deem me a mystery and i deem you a liar.

returning to ground zero brings me out of these fantasies. i say “a trip home clears my head” but the home i think of is the seat next yours (a custom ground zero).
dreaming alone and behind locked eyes is a entire different ballgame than my actual cowardice. think, kid. ive got a clear shot but i cant picture you dead. im not cut out for this war. we stand on the tightropes between “best friends”, “enemies” and “lovers”. kid – this is war, not love. i dont have time to spell it out for you. im sure you wish you were in the arms of someone safe.

tell me, solider, will you reach for your own gun or the own aimed at my head?

my bad luck seems everlasting. see, ive been screwing this up since 01. now im fighting a war in my head and the one i hope sees this will look straight past to his better friends.