Series of Events

The darkness within the storm
That comes in the midst of terror
You'll never know if the reflection is of you
Or it all just a simple error. 
Criss cross applesauce
I thought you settled the score?
Presence taught us all the lesson
Until you referred to the lady as a whore.
Touching breasts in sunsets
Biting, gnawing at the straps.
Thought you would come straight to me
Never thinking you couldn't read maps.
Tender embraces confused the masses
Standing around waiting for the fight.
I let you say it all to them
Just so you could be "right."
When asked what you said about me
They stated "I'm sure that isn't what he meant."
I let you say it anyway,
In your version of events.

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