i was standing at the edge of a very long fall
only to find i never existed at all

lets just cut the *******
lets just call this what it is
this is a beautiful vase
fallen into the abyss  
broken into pieces

we are trying to find the glue
the tape
anything to put us back in place
what if there is no fix?
what if this is it?

lets just cut the *******
and call a ***** a *****
i tried to dig myself an escape
i ended up digging myself a grave

so bury me here on this beautiful beach
where we met so many years ago
lets just call this what it is
the end of a very long road

your delicate frame was bent
in the act of beseeching contrition

like remorse was a mask to be worn
like penitence was a role to play

my opulent frame was bent
in the act of torturous punishment

like sadism was a game to be mastered
like a grudge could be beautiful art

your delicate frame was bent
in the act of  beseeching contrition

like mercy was a place we had visited together
like absolution was a time that you had marked in your calendar

my opulent frame was bent
in the act of humorous revelation

like it had taken you a year to realise
that there will be no reprieve here

this universe is too small for the both of us
no matter how far i run
you are still too close

this destruction is too devastating
it permeates through to my core
so forgive me as i cut this poisonous cord

Some people throw treasure in the trash
It's easy to do that when you don't know what you have
You were a treasure yet I threw you in the trash

It's not over until it's over
If that is true
Then I'm pretty sure that we are
Pretty ******* over