[symetrik]

I've never been labeled a liar,
more often I'm seen in a three-piece-suit that feels like it's never been ironed,
I smoke from a pipe of proportionate size to my pride. it serves as a gentle reminder-
that passion is power to tear a man down, while he swears that he's never been wiser.

"higher!"'s been haunting my day-dreaming lately
I'm trying to seem unaffected… while knowing the steam from my glasses betray me
and young though she was, it was nothing but love…
"hijole mijo, tu chica's joven…". like dude, we're not even dating.
and weak though I am, I will strike a man down who accuses the actions I've taken.
I'm shaken to think of the pain she exists
the things that she's been through and hates to relive
"quiero sentirme viva hasta que muera", though honestly me?… she need not convince

and so it begins
I told her the stories that Emily loved.
her eyes were a light, and they melted the hearts that her vision had touched.
I choked from the lungs, knowing the treatment was never enough
I promised to save her but "nunca hay prisa"… there's never a rush.

my blood to the bugs always hungry for hers…
they're mixed in reaction. the doctors say better, her family swears that I'm making it worse.
their doubt has been eating my bones and I feel at a loss for appropriate words
but I'm giving her time, if even a day… surely I need not explain what it's worth?
the silence, it hurts. I'll never forget that I failed my first…

a curse is not without blessing
a lesson I learned when she passed.
the hand that I held as I stood by her side… I'm thankful she finished her laugh,
that moment of lapse… frantic for fingers that slid from my grasp.
I'm shattered and mad but the hospital trusts me and wants me to help… so I know that she isn't my last.