When it's over
And you have
All but moved on
You change my plans.
Recanting every word
And every bruise.
Your tune changes
Faster than the song ends
And I am caught
Like a fly in your web.
Here's to our familiar suffering.
Let it begin again.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
When it's over
And you have
All but moved on
You change my plans.
Recanting every word
And every bruise.
Your tune changes
Faster than the song ends
And I am caught
Like a fly in your web.
Here's to our familiar suffering.
Let it begin again.
