Small and fragile, collapse in a breath
Waiting for a timeless sigh
My resentment, covering my own hands
I am blind, and aware, and in a ventriloqist state
Reactive, and controlling, my own worthless shadow
I waited for a flower, a phone call, a shotgun blast
Anything to light up my eyes
Hands in my lap, somewhat nervous, like that night in your car
It felt good, pro-rated love
Cheap and full of theives
A refuge for those lost in their anti-depressants
I sought out the deception, when I had it already in my mind
Caught up in you, when you reflect all that I have
Can you convince me our love is geting smaller?
Time to waste the last goodbye