Wooden panels missing from the stone spiral tower
A four foot bin for ribbons and flowers, what a way to praise the dead
Loved ones passed with wreath bonfires and fine pine pyres
Beloved friends, thieves and liars
Things will never be this way again
They'll never be the same again
And my body aches like sweeter mistakes
I lie and say that I've been up all night when really I slept fine
When will I find myself on Loe Bar shores
Penrose walks and families floors
You're saying that time is money
But money means miles
Miles means distance
Distance is fine by me
When I wake up could I take a minute and watch you sleeping so sweetly beside me
So unlike me
(Consider this a change, a turning point I won't be vague or vacant, dismissive
I swear to only miss you if the terms I choose fall through)
Are you tired of me?
Because i'm tired of me