All of this hearing
talking of war
too lightly, the tip
too blunt to be sore
So it's
never too long
for this, as in
i'm falling off
Only need a note to know
what my name is
can wait ‘til i die
for your kind of famous
Man of his word
never made threats
at least one
that you heard
I thought you unwell
at the final hour
you promised we'd wither
before we flower
So here we are
at the very end
told you we'd be
more than friends
On this battle-eve
on the brink of the defeated
To sink at the feet-end
leave on a morning, love
when the sun is steep
all the time, the whole week
When you fear the way
in front of your feet
it clears so tender
lends her its speak
In the current, a lapse
a crisis of facts
A time when we were young
and the view was ours
so here we are
at the final hour
Counting your losses
too quick to pretend
stop saying you should've
again and again
Can tell by your tone
there's doubt in this
a ledge in the static
disguised by design
You had what i had
just didn't realise
quicker to learn how to
see through my eyes