Writer

I am your writer who bleeds indecision Your lover your waiter your saddest edition Your fighter your taker your old patience breaker Your mover your shaker The one who can make you feel like a giant in the morning And so little by noon First you’re drowning in sunrise and then you’re froze on the moon Oh baby I’ll promise that I’ll never change Hell I’ll tell you I will but I’ll still stay the same And I pray to the angels that you’ll see the signs And they’ll glow like a warning and shine through the wine And they’ll scream through the ecstasy And howl through the snow And I’ll hand ya ma ganja and off I will go And then I’ll be a memory of your dodgy decisions Your ex your old sex your old weathered tradition And you’ll no longer kiss me Or hate me or miss me Or have to defend me Or teach me or risk me The one who reminds you of stark imperfection And how when you want to you can change direction Oh baby when I call you saying that I’ve changed Don’t believe a word cause I’ll still be the same And I’ll pray to the angels And beg them to hear me That despite how I’d like it That you won’t come near me And I’ll dream of the ecstasy I used to feel from the startling surprise To the sweet slow reveal And how I understand you Now that I’ve lost you And I want to thank you For all that its cost you For being the most beautiful part of my life And for holding me close And wiping my cheek And slapping me up When I get too weak And for touching my skin And biting my lip And spitting me out and breathing me in And telling me that everything’s gonna be alright So now I guess that it ends baby So good luck thank you and good night