The glass feeds desire between us the builds to

a fire

the past leaves reminders that show us

we were strung out by a liar

I should slow down

to prove that I can get older

This vast expanse of time that is wasted

on much too little youth

as we cast the dice we realize

that we were never told the truth

I should slow down

to prove that I can get older

for you

my love and my light

this thorn in my side is

for you

I don’t want to but I need to

I should slow down

to prove that I can get older

for you

my love and my light

this thorn in my side is

for you