iamkripke

cumberbatch-and-co:


There’s traffic on the northern line
We say goodbye the final time
Pretend that we meant something more than this
When the memories you left behind
Remind me you were never mine
The lonely train you left without a kiss

The golden girl, the silver spoon
The eyes like pearls that wept too soon
Haunt me up until the day I die
I climb aboard the sinking ship
Biting on my bottom lip
And wait for time to heal my pride
But time was never on my side
Me and you were just a ride