it\'s funny.
i still know it\'s your favorite song,
even though you never really told me.
i know that landing strips and cocaine lines get you off.
obviously.
the only way to handle late nights.
details, details, details, you tell me.
but i don\'t see the details,
love,
just the sand between us,
in which my toes have drawn a line.
it annoys you though,
and i don\'t understand that.
call me naive.
i thought you were waiting for the time to come
to force a decision.
a decision so fucking scary that you piss yourself.
a coin flip for love or loss. heads or tails.
details, details, details, love.
you\'re going to have to choose one.