So tenderly. Your story is. Nothing more. Than what you see. Or. What you've done. Or will become. Standing strong. Do you belong. In your skin. Just wondering.
Dinner at eight, that sounds fine,. I suppose that means you'll turn up round nine.. Bought a bunch of flowers, just for her,. She says the burden's on the receiver..
You think,. To look at all the angles.. As the quiet workings of a broken man.. The time is burning like a candle,. And it makes you think of how it all began..