Pour words over me, and all around the ripples rock the boat
I favour entropy: a slow decline before I have to go
Don't take it out on me, it's just revenge and you're the instrument
Your actions guarantee an end to this, but will you ever know?
And I walk home as the sun goes down, and listen for your voice
But you're not there to call me
I forget sometimes
In the aftermath I fall through stages fitting more of grief
Unrehearsed, they seem to stutter past, a shuffled deck unsheathed
Acceptance bows to discontent; a sense of mourning troubles me
Quick anger rears its head then settles down, replaced by disbelief
And I walk home as the sun goes down and listen for your voice
But you're not there to call me
And I walk home as the sun goes down and listen for your voice
But you're not there to call me, you're not there to call me
And I walk home as the sun goes down and listen for your voice
But you're not there to call me
I forget sometimes