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  • Writer: Jake McNairn
    Jake McNairn
  • Mar 29
  • 2 min read

I'm sorry darling, I should have known

too many years and flights we've flown

you called I slept and left you alone

the next day then you were so far from home.


Like a perfect sphere who knew where we'd go

all the while you saw the cracks I know

with blind ambition you laid your head low

if not for him then when would it show?


I'm too tired to sleep won't you stay a while

inches apart never felt like such a mile

I still recall when it was met with a smile

won't you go? It's been quite a while.


No, no just go this doesn't feel right

upon a time you'd be worth the fight

the second I spoke it wasn't worth shite

cigarettes and moonbeams yet I see no light.


I shouldn't have believed a word you said

oh darling all the signs I wish I'd read

you filled me full of thoughts that sunk like lead

months later now are you too consumed by dread?


Come quickly now I know your name

the one thing that makes it all a game

but it's all dead in the end, ain't that a shame?

This cemetery lies surrounded by one frame.


If you didn't strike first would I have missed?

And as you go no marks upon by wrist

remarks we made not one was hissed

I understand now it was freedom you had kissed.


Was a fool to think we'd make it out of here

if not by love, was it by fear?

None the wiser the end grew near

burdened by the stress, we awaited the shear.


Had we listened to what our hearts sung

if not for three this was the rung

on bountiful laurels the head lies hung

could never breathe and not for my lung.


So yeah I thought you were the one.

So yeah you thought I was the one.

For all the storms we weathered we made our sun

put it all to sleep, now it's said and done.


If not for you I'd be still and cold

still now into this grave I've rolled

in spite of my age these bones are old

tossed to the vultures I've grown mold.


All around my mind I've laid a trap

ten paces forward I've lost my map

that makes us lost now eh, old chap?

Not that I expect to wake from this final nap.


If only words could speak what the eyes do not see. Maybe then the mind could be set free? But that sort of love; it just isn't meant for me. I've deserved less, yet I've gotten this with she.

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