There's a quiver in your voice over the phone
And you tell me that she left again
That she was a miracle and you are a witness
Watching the blazes of a shooting star
Die out in the sky
But it's so strange, because you have always been
The one who is temporary
An hourglass, spilling away your moments
Till you choke in your sleep;
Alone, alone, alone.
A time bomb, making your presence known
With every word, exploding,
Leaving what was your world in tatters
And at least I'm addicted to a cheap substitute for love
While there's smoke in your lungs and ash in your blood
And always you try to shield me from the ache in the world
But you grew up a servant when you should have been an knight
And now you've got bloody wrists and a broken me
Telling you to
Go back to bed.
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