surely this is the end
the hope of orion look back upon us, and tell the lovers tales
a choice, so simple a love so gone, surely this is the end
the cups are empty the tears have pooled
words whirlwind like memories
surely this is the end
if it is the end, why must it end this way the questions question the way we way
why are you ***
worries for curls and worries for girls, cracking knuckles in the mall
bang my head against a wall
then perhaps an answer will stall from the halls the cracks in the walls the blood as it falls perhaps and answer will stall
make me known oh beautiful love
this surely is the end
sitting here in my dwindling stock the cold ones stare at my eyes
they tell so many truths to us when we were still alive
doubts consume my very head and drop me to the floor
starved for connection i only plead and ask the doubt for more