Once we were ruthless
Now we are youth-less
And in getting older
You’ve ditched the cold shoulder
Your loving hand
Wasn’t ever planned
For me and
I’ll never understand
Why I’m still here
Part of the furniture
Guess I still care
So I delay my departure
Dream of the sea
Live off the land
And the sand
It’ll obscure
Your
Vision
Blinded by the years
Soon you won’t see the tears
Appearing in my eyes
Hate is deafening me
In the end my ears
Won’t hear your white lies
Until that moment arrives
As every tear dries
You’ll do something else
Or say something that helps
It all come flooding back