For a minute you liked me.
The next blink set me free.
Was it easy for your misery?
“ There were reasons to believe . No jokers and no sleeve .”
A battle of iron wills with nary a reprieve .
“You’re sketchy on the details ...”
That’s what she finally said .
Empty jet black eyes ... she shook her pretty head .
Go on out and live . Don’t be afraid to die .
“You don’t believe in God ... don’t even try .”
Well I believe in you and the universe and what you mean to it.
Definitely not wired to go ahead and quit .
You’re just so stubborn it’s far past ridiculous.
Giving in or up .... a soul would be remiss.
Just another day and a little of time .
Tomorrow’s for living and today’s for giving .
A mind and a bed both to be unmade .
The best of plans that never were laid .
The Flanders blues are happening again .
Giving in would be the ultimate of sins .