The Academy Is...

Chop chop
I've got myself to blame for this
I've tried to compensate for everything I'm not,
and every face forgotten.
You felt the sun warming your bed
you looked so quintessential pressed against that cross,
in the face of what was lost.
Still I'm not asking much of me,
and you're ignoring the matter...
You'll shut me up and bleed me dry.
Cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle
If nothing else matters, then
I will die trying,
thinking about you and I.
Three years on Friday since we met
you felt that existential kiss upon your neck.
how could we forget that?
Still I'm through acting like this feels right,
and that nothing else matters.
You'll shut me up and bleed me dry.