He’s got nothing
To show
To explain for himself
To defend
He’ll just sit there and wait
Here brews the calm before the storm
Watching and waiting
For the very worst
The hurricane of fits and spurts
And there’s nothing we can do but sit and wait
Because only the cowards evacuate
When did she become the enemy?
Morals and values shoot through piercing eyes of blue
Drowning in blue
Pale, dead blue
Oceans and rivers and puddles of
You
Muddy, blue you
As resentment grows
And her sunken heart drowns in regret
Hanging on by a nail.
So how is your heart
Now that you’ve broken
All that was sacred from the start?
How does it feel to break someone else?
Can you gaze into glass
And believe you can pass for a pulse?
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