One day all I think and feel will slot into a place
Somewhere that I can summons when able
But now my love allow me this graceful moment
To hang myself from rafters with this cable
Ah you think that all you knew was gone
You really thought all would be well and with grace
You misunderstood the smiling glances
You didn’t see through this fucking painted face
Yet as I sit here I know that this is just a moment
Will surely pass with an inevitable punch of guilt
Allow the ambulance to asses my flat line pulse
Wrap me neatly in a black felt quilt
Ha! You read this thinking past had gone
Yet now you know weakness can even come in light
I’m going out for a cigarette now
Give me something to think upon during this fucking fight
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