Where’d you go?
So I know...
decided I’m leaving
somersault
I’ll dissolve
there’s no way of knowing, no
...oh, and I finally caught a coma
oh and my irony forged an omen
Couldn’t hear your name
couldn’t steer on my own
you had
barely aged
let it domino
in the evening
had I said I’d postpone?
Sever all your limbs
follow head over toes
Years ago
I coined the portmanteau
I tore the words you sewed
thought that I would shape it
it’s all in the cadence
hard enough to say at all
Oh, and I finally caught a coma
Oh, and my irony forged an omen
Further in a deeper haze
Oh I couldn’t steer on my own
Hardly had an even say
Had I even said I’d postpone?
Further in a deeper haze
Oh I couldn’t steer on my own
Hardly had an even say
Had I even said I’d postpone?
Sister I know
Harder than most
When you’re bitter to the ‘aura’
She never spoke
The better of a woman
She was the colour of smoke
Go farther in the furrow, called it off
She was held in a choke
And the corners of the atlas
Seared, white as a tone
A murmur at the lighter
Sounds of naphtha
Burned harder than most
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