we like the same songs

by white horse

in my dream i was killing you

like i always planed to as a kid

those times i would pick up the knife,
the biggest on in the kitchen

and hold it out infront of me
as protection
or validation

and mom told you in quiet rooms
how much i wanted to be like you

and i told myself in quiet rooms
how that would never happen

because to this day i dont know
what i would have done

if you had taken one more step