Et Me, Brute, Tui Amicus

There's some things I wish I could forget
Like all the times we had sex.
I know it's all my fault
A beautiful somersault
That ended in tragic accident.
How many ways can a heart be bent?
I want to all over again
So when it ends it will at least be as friends.
I was your Judas
An old friend named Brutus.

Tangled puppet without a master
Except for dreams that won't let me move past her.
The intangible remains
After I've thrown every memento away.
These flawless wrists
Self-medicated we will exist
Lost childhoods we can't get back again
Broken sidewalks to get lost in
That long ago lost their newness.
Yes, it's me, your friend Brutus.