I wanted
We waited to say why
sure, I lost it
too hungover to stay high
Un-phased to sound insane
deep valley in the cliche
that I’ll miss you every day
and I hate it
all debts have been repaid
in horseshoes and hand-grenades
stinging-faced
oh what a shame
just save it
I wonder
why mornings wait in a line
sure, I lost me
avoiding sleep for the dreaming
Still un-phased to sound insane
armor I cannot repay
and I’ll miss you every day
to replay it
all sins now sound the same
just horseshoes and hand-grenades
over time
it’s still the same
because I saved it