Death, the Sweet release of

Future madness but right
now I'm just glad to be out-
ta this in spirit. I was
tired 'a all this fear it brings sad-
ness.  .    .   If the
glass in the mirror breaks I'll
still be asking to had
at it - have at all the
bits and reflections and past
habits passed down from gene-
rations of my feelings and a
growing insecurity that
magic has a way of disguis-
ing itself as a dependen-
cy and it's tragic cuz in the
end all I wanted was lasting
love.

.        .          .   if you were my
better half you might make me a
little stronger.  if I were a
dotted half would you hold me a
little longer? .    .    

Say it, dearest, that you're
now in the clear and you're all
past it but with
every teary eye and every
semi-hollow threat you threaten
me to think that maybe your
mouth was lying so here's it!
Let me try to understand what you were telling me over a year ago:
.    .     .     .
'Take another look into your
life and then I'll take mine. You
leave like all the others while I'm
telling you I'll be fine.'
                                  'but
what about the letters and the
jacket and the song? We'd make
such a lovely sound but it'd be
wrong...'

Future madness passed
up reiterating past
sadness. As the glass breaks
here's to all the pain it wreaked: to-
bacco, wine, and several different
spirits. After three weeks I
notice a new kid in class I
think I'd like to quickly meet. The
teacher calls his name out to the
class and now I see: I think I
wanted more than just her lasting
love and unity the
kid's name is Death, the Sweet re-
lease of and he's me. .

.                   .                   .                     .                   .        if
I were your better half you might make me a little stronger if
I were a dotted half would you hold me a little longer?        if
I were your better half you might make me a little stronger if
I were a dotted half would you hold me a little longer?