I'm drafting a melody, you're writing for the world to see. We both hum eulogies for never was. I left to suggest you no longer possessed what was left of the loss we caused. When everyone wants second hand a friend like you's in high demand, taking turns revealing is not was. Decline the love denied my friend and laid awake to never end, think that we are better off for once.
Your wool coat skin is hanging for the ages, adjusting your eyes to the brighter light spaces. Haven't found anything to pay for the changes, heard you arranged it and there's nothing left to find.
He says he wants to travel by revelation but hasn't made an effort to get out from the station. She longs to know a more fitting situation, keeps up relations that just seem not to fit.
I've lived with indulgence, I've lived with vain. Nobody cleans up, nobody takes the blame. I took off cause I could no longer remain and try and stay the same.
Me, but not mine. You can't fly don't even try.
We rode along the coast, not long enough to shake the ghost. Followed.
All I need is others eyes and you suggest the sacrifice, taking turns revealing who it was. Decline the love deny my friend and lay awake yet once again, think that we are better off for once.
But conflict never follows, just comes out from where it hides. Enwraps its tired self around your eyes.
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