despite what words you say
I know I'll still be yours at the end of the day
in the meaning you try to find
an ability to make words to define
despair has been given to us all in forms
and this world is falling apart in uniform
each and every single plate drifting towards the edge of the globe
where this ends, up becomes upside down
we all gathered around to pass around the things nobody can confirm
as we all grasp onto the driftwood we loosen as we let go
we are as we all were, this is a kinder kind of killing
no ten bee's can find there way to the type of abysmal fate that we all testify to
you often try to offer nothing less than a sense of beginning
those words we speak in miserable tones weigh in the attempts we make on our life's
where this ends, up becomes the sunny side up of the last details made by those betrayals
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