Breath abated/still I waited/ drizzle pounding /now surrounding /me is sea/ infinity /of the plea/ you got from me
Carbon copy /disk is floppy/ things with wings/ they fly he caught me/ in a grip a tight as gold/ on a finger turning cold
Prayed a little bit each day /for all the things I could not say/ hoped that you would come for me/ and drink the seas infinity
Hoped that you’d abate my sorrow/ keep me looking for tomorrow/ now our time is at a bar/ stumbling crooked to his car
Things that I will never say/ will pile and pile like mounds of hay/ sitting there to catch your fall/ I won’t answer when you call
Enigmatic power play/ I think it’s time to turn away/ from all the naivety/ you really hoped to see in me/
Breath abating still I’m waiting…
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