Second In Line

I can understand if I'm second in line. You're missing someone better and I'm the one who has to plug the gap that cannot be plugged. We're always happy with each other but the smiles hide the torment from the past. I can understand if I'm second in line because I could never replace them. I've seen that with how my life has been too many times before.

Lost friends, feelings and memories, the sense that nothing can be saved. We only make do because our perfectionism has destroyed us. I could fall in love with you and you with someone else that does not belong anymore. Or has disappeared. We're all Lord Lucans in disguise. It all adds to the drama and the slow destruction we build inside ourselves.

You and me as lovers, both holding hopes for all those that slipped through our fingers. The cracks in the sand, seperated by too many different lands. You let your honesty seep through in your words. Your secrecy gave us mystery and I would have guarded that until the end. All in all what makes you happy was always the desired target.

Our thoughts return to each other as that's all we've got. Bloodless romantics as every other person who crossed our paths have bled us dry. It's an idea, someday just to hold ourselves together to see if we still breathe. To stand here under the moonlight and never let go. In the end we are just the victims of our past. And how we all failed to make it last. But I'd never blame anyone.