1890
Cut my losses clean
Think I'm on the brink now
I started something, now
I started something, I don't
Understand
The parlance of fate
The usual way
The semblance of faith
The waxing again
The cresting of moon
You're frozen in place
You're growing in frame
You're broken in shame
It's showing again
Another year gone
Another year wasted
Enfulged to the dark
There's snow in the yard
The scratch to the skin
The winter fire
Burned much louder
When you were young
Don't know why I've been so interested in the endings
Don't take afront, now, it's not from a nefarious place
Just seems like time slipping away
Yes
I think I'm on the brink of something
Let it eat me alive
Consumed whole in the fire
Autor(es): Andre Bernier