Apr 2017
Service of a cut
Looking at your ****
Service of a burn
New songs learned
Torn and frayed
Memories made
All of a loss
Paths are crossed
Progress slowed
Checkers on the road
Unique we start
But I have no heart
Killing a dead man
Holding your hand
Constantly now nervous
Doing you a disservice
Throwing a fit
Still looking at it
Draw the line
Now you look at mine
Praying you're fine
Drinking the wine
Holding a knife
And I have no life
Making you remember
Good September
Continuously pivoting
Conversations riveting
Boundaries set
How we met
Want to run
Your fear of a gun
What I couldn't see
Your love for me
My heart thunders for you still
Though I have no will
Stabbed in the gut
Stuffed in an urn
Service of a cut
Service of a burn
Looking at your ****
Service of a burn
New songs learned
Torn and frayed
Memories made
All of a loss
Paths are crossed
Progress slowed
Checkers on the road
Unique we start
But I have no heart
Killing a dead man
Holding your hand
Constantly now nervous
Doing you a disservice
Throwing a fit
Still looking at it
Draw the line
Now you look at mine
Praying you're fine
Drinking the wine
Holding a knife
And I have no life
Making you remember
Good September
Continuously pivoting
Conversations riveting
Boundaries set
How we met
Want to run
Your fear of a gun
What I couldn't see
Your love for me
My heart thunders for you still
Though I have no will
Stabbed in the gut
Stuffed in an urn
Service of a cut
Service of a burn
The idea is that it reflects the way our lives have been for a while. Its weirdly where my mind goes every five seconds. Something bad, then a good memory, repeat. I say I can't live without you. You think i'm naive. I think i'm addicted. It won't get better for me. And it can't get worse.
