a shoelace lies on a tattered windowsill
serving as the last reminder for all the steps we have failed to take
everyday has been adding up since the one you wilted here
a smoking gun, a plate of ash and a cup of empty years.
b sides and marigolds don’t you deserve a little more
b sides and marigolds whoa oh oh
a star that’s shown so beautiful reduced to ashes now
what we have failed to recognize, we will disavow.
raindrops bleed the conversation dry
how long will the daylight suffer the eclipse of the night
everyday i wait patiently for then to burn the envelope
a twisted dream, a dollar bill and a lighthouse without hope
in a couple of years will we even regret
a spot of light we’ve all left for dead.