I’ve
written
all the
words
Now I’ve
just to
press
send
But
as my
finger
hovers
I’m
scared
our time
will end
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
When
the
wine
is in
The
wit
is
out
And
it’s a
good
job
To
be
honest
As
what
else
Would
we talk
about?
It’s
hard
to
know
which
is
which
When
you
can
be
such
a
bitch
I’ve walked
along
this road
before
Feeling
lonely
and
insecure
At least
this time
I know
for sure
You
cannot
hurt me
anymore