Corona on copper
You’re full and totally empty of lies,
Singing a good song,
No one no longer says,
You shine like tarnished pewter,
Ready for my desire,
Catch the wind, spit up in the sky he says,
And I can no longer grow,
Wait; wait till next year comes,
Wait till the day ends,
Only then we’ll leave the deceased,
You fucking liar, you fucking liar,
It is time for one to let go,
To learn to forget the future
And learn the pain of the past,
And to remember,
What sings, and what chirps,
What lives and dies,
What is left is just I, I, I
Just stop speaking, and
Start listening he goes,
What is good and rare is
Like corona on copper,
Left my reflection where it used to be.
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