false and fact

I don’t know what I should think anymore

you left me standing out on the dance floor

with the best of intentions I go back

finding no difference between false and fact

I thought nothing had changed except the months

and settings of two hundred twenty suns

but it had been me you still cared for

and everything was different from before

but what if I no longer want this thing,

a castle where I’m queen and you’re a king?

from the passenger seat, I’ll slam the brakes

before this fragile glass love falls and breaks