At four in the afternoon, there's light by the pier Where boats dock bearing all sorts of stories to fear Love, we met by the breakwater where tides rise Sand in shoes, wind in kissed skin—it's a vice Of failed men and of lies skinned deep It's all the same, darling, there's no wakeful sleep The dances of danger, the promise of inevitable surrender They say love is bright but all I did was suffer In its soothing embrace, I chafe under the brightness I gasp for air as I choke in calculated prowess Home is where our souls die in places unconceived So go, love—don't look back for me and live
At five in the afternoon, there's fight by the boiler Where fires burn too hot and questions replace answers We could have been blind but we chose to see All the faulty cracks and how sewn shut I could be If this is love, darling, there will be no recompense or fee For damaged locks and skin burnt until crispy It's a promise, then—one to last us the ages It's also a cage, love—always have been from the pages Centuries pass for love to become as real as fraud So pick your smile, stand up—make sure you applaud The shore is nice to look at long as the waves are in reprieve So go on, darling—don't look back and, for me, live
At six in the evening, the sun has gone out for us How one spark burst and how it died in the dust Used rhymes and perhaps used in and fiber again The threads of fate must have been duly mistaken To put lost souls together in a journey with no roads No destination, perhaps not a solution to the codes Keep scanning the heavens for a sign of peace Maybe you'll find it or you'll die for agony to ease There's no rest, love—there's no rest for the vile The wicked, deprived souls who spent childhood in exile Come, darling, see your sins heaven cannot forgive So, go now—don't look back for me and live
At twelve midnight had the void came to devour How it crunched our bones and praised melancholy's flavor We have been too deep in this mess across the dining table We gave up, left the pieces, and cut and burned the cable If this is love, darling, it's all been a waste Of time and of life—just because we did it in haste The world has no room for more broken hearts But it does nothing but add hurts in the desolate parts It's been a while since I last let my body rip The darkness must be happy with blood as it takes a sip Say, darling, you really don't know how to properly grieve So pack your bags, say your prayers—don't look back as you leave
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