Double Contracted Vain Nostalgia

Speak of wells of darkness easy

Glimmering the spring flows rather slow

And if I had a clue for every time it dammed up

I'd've dug my way away and up the way

 

Never confused we can cling to peaks of sorrow

Tomorrow we'll know the hardened grief to achieve

And strengthen our stretching backs with cynicism

Drink, drag and let out a sigh

Burp on the way to the mourning church

 

It's difficult to divide the tide

To decide where to draw my lovely through

I cannot navigate the whims of the waves

And the waves change ever anew

 

Going it alone

To find signs of life beside thee

Please stay my darling

 

*exit*

 

He walks away

And out of earshot the motor's hot

She's rolling away