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- 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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