Would you stay?
You said that request laid down,
Would never be denied.
A sheepish grin, you turn and go.
Our nine is left,
Consolation prize(?)

       --------------

Three out of seven,
To night by night,
To month by month,
Towards something dying.

The story grows,
The self-sight shrinks,
The angry
       boredom
              tendrils,
Tighten 'round me,
Can I leave?
       No.
I'm left and forced to play,
With metaphors and rhymes.

(chorus)
Where do you go?
Who do you see?
If it's nobody,
Why is it killing,
Me?

Where you go, who you see,
Your anger falls on 'Nobody!' swears.
Denials stick to me.


The load is shouldered with it's separation,
I find ideas, lying in the meds.
You take what you will,
And leave when you can,
To find yourself in another bed.
'No, I'm not, I swear!', you say.
But I can only believe your lies so many times.

(chorus)
Where do you go?
Who do you see?
If it's nobody,
Why is it killing?

Where you go, who you see,
Your anger falls on 'Nobody!' swears,
It looks like I'm leaving...
I'm leaving...


(outro)
It's anything but clean,

I'll not be your plan B,

It's anything but a clean break,

So we fade,

And we fade.......