It's not anything
That you could ever touch
It never mattered quite enough.
Timing is important
Selfish though it seems
It is what it has always been.
It doesn't matter
That the echoes bend
That truths won't mend
But timing is important
You must be sure
That you don't want this
Anymore.
Seems to be
Hurting me.
Seems to be
It's only me.
This was never meant to end,
Whatever endings mean.
Seems to be
Hurting me
It seems to me
That no-one sees.
I'm wrong that no-one matters anymore
You still matter to me.
The stolen sense I hold inside
You've never felt so frail -
I've never even seen you cry.
Asleep in silent reverie
As you come back, the end to me.
And now I've found it comes to this
A final breath, an altered kiss
A mirror filled with spoken bliss
Of taste, of touch
A curse I'll never love as much
Again.
