KNOWING ME…

HE SAY'S HE'S ONTO ME.

HE TAKES HIS PAST OUT ON ME…

TAKING ANY PART

THAT BELONGS TO HIM.

AND HE SAYS

" LETS GO!

I'M GOING TO SEND YOU BACK TO COLORADO

ON THE FIRST FLIGHT OUT. "

AND THE COST IS TO HIGH.

HE KEEPS ME — INSTEAD —

FOR THE DRIVE AND THE LAUGHS.

HE'S PULLING AWAY FROM ME.

I'M RUNNING FROM HIS DISMAY.

I'M STOMPING AND PRETENDING

AND HE LIES AGAIN AND KEEPS ME WAITING.

AND THE BOMB IS BURNING

THE WAY THE SAND IN THE DESERT BURNED.

HOW I WANTED TO BE LOVED BY HIM

AND OH HOW I LOVE HIM.

BY A PICTURE THAT I SEE HIM IN.

I WROTE HIM WITH HASTE

OF LOVE AND PAIN…

TO TELL HIM I WOULD MISS HIM AND THOSE VEGAS NIGHTS.

MAY I HAVE A GOOD-BYE?

MAY I HAVE ANYTHING FROM YOU?

NOTHING AT ALL IS TORMENT

AND I DESERVE MORE.

IF 4 MORE YEARS DISOLVE BETWEEN US…

I AM THE MOTION THAT DISOWNS YOU.

THEY TOLD YOU ABOUT MY LIFE

AND MY CRASHING OBSESSION.

AND MY TRUTH BECOMES YOUR AWAKENING

AND YOUR AWAKENING BECOMES MY BURDEN.

DON'T YOU TRY TO CARE SOME OTHER TIME.

NO LAST MOMENTS FROM YOU.

I ONLY TASTED THE DUST YOU LEFT BEHIND YOU…

IN YOUR FINAL

DEPARTURE.

KINDRA CONNELL!