Treasure Island (So Pick One)

Come back, come back. Let's empty our pockets and settle this. There's still some treason on your lips I'd like to kiss away. But pain stays. And love doesn't always conquer everything, because it's half-witted and I'm stinging. Still withering in self-doubt. Still wishing we could flout ideals and stick to opening arguments. I'm starving to start this all over again. But flesh can't rewind to decry old crimes, or make them right.