My darling, my darling
Are you as composed as the space you fill?
You know there's little reason to demand
What can't be given from the heads you fill
And you aim your thoughts homeward
As if you had a reason to be gone
And you were raised by sirens
They taught you not to talk, all words are empty
But they lent you their hats
Screaming bring back from the other side
Some sympathy
And your spend no time to wonder
When you claim to know the answer
Why be wrong?
So you put on your painted dress
While the bad ass takes your hand
And tempts you homeward
And so I've heard that you've gone wrong
But is it okay if I think of you
'Cause you might just be what I'm counting on
Just one more day that I must get through
Well, you break just like the morning
And if yesterday don't know you well
Who does then?
And if you ever seek me out
I'll be someone among the people you call
Have-beens
Well, you'd love to be a martyr
But you got nothing to die for
So you wait
And wintertime is coming
You can feel the cold drum drumming
Once again
And so I've heard that you've gone wrong
But is it okay if I think of you
'Cause you might just be what I'm counting on
Just one more day that I must get through
Well, I love my country, I love my country
But I fear your mother, I fear your mother
And she's growing older or so they told her
And flowers won't replace her
Your my sheath, I'm your rapier
And so I've heard that you've gone wrong
But is it okay if I think of you
'Cause you might just be what I'm counting on
Just one more day that I must get through
That I must get through

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