Wasted Away With Fans

coming home,

bereaved, bemoaned,

and squad-ed into the assets.

Listening to cables as they

blare their local facets.

 

 

They held it long,

too long for gold but

battles had begun

while the newly weds drink to baffled tongues

and greed will soon seep in

 

yes the greed will soon seep in

 

 

these muddy tiles roll

amongst those we've yet to know and yet

I'm dying to see in,

just the peak of perfection, you see,

so they lap up your door mouses,

linger at the window sills

and kiss

such sweet feet

that they wish that they were theirs, but I must stay

away.

No heart will ever touch me,

no lungs will ever cry my name

again.

 

 

it's harder, you see,

when you're keeping them waiting on hold

for me, yes for me you see

laughing and lying 'bout times that will never

be. I agree.

If there was such time,

we'd probably never call it off

out of time,

out of touch,

out of mind, remind me

 

 

call my name

embrace the pain, you hear it

hard and fast breaching your ever lasting tire of me

and here we are

standing too far away but I still feel you

why do I feel you?

oh fast....

 

 

why...

why have you wasted away with fans?