Tender heart and a night not over
tinder-box cast off
once the fire was blazing
and I miss that love now
in the fragile moments
when my mind can find nothing to cling to
where once I could say
"let's call this day done
and curl together in our shared bed"
now I simply make another coffee
and cough through another cigarette
And I'm sad, I guess
but not so sad about it
write under porchlight; backed by The Dead.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
Tender heart and a night not over
tinder-box cast off
once the fire was blazing
and I miss that love now
in the fragile moments
when my mind can find nothing to cling to
where once I could say
"let's call this day done
and curl together in our shared bed"
now I simply make another coffee
and cough through another cigarette
And I'm sad, I guess
but not so sad about it
write under porchlight; backed by The Dead.
