Critical observation.
Blink of an eye,
You'll miss it.
But you promised you'd do it,
Hang it up and let it be seen
Behind your shoulder after every bye
And have you put more pictures up?
Kinds that out radiate ones with
Actual sun in them?
But you told me you'd play that song
If you haven't so I'd know
You said you would finish the song
When you know you found the one
And 144 months isn't just this past month
North and south,
South and north
You're up and down and I wonder
Should I still be holding on?
I did hurt you,
I did break your trust in me
But you hurt me too
Maybe, somehow.