finish line

White Lies

Too late
He knows you re all back-to-front
Your bottom lip shaking
Your happiness quakes as it s torn apart

Sunday late
When you go and get your stuff
What s your is mine
That unpractical line back to bite your arm

No, don t leave him anything
No letters on the side
You ve gone over everything
Screw-ups and the whys
Erase him, his memory
A tortured decline
Was never your style

And it s wild dreams of the start
At the finish line
Gum peeling apart
From each other s lives

Too late
They all know you hate your jobs
Your liminal friends with their plans to ascend
Like some holy mob

Get it straight
A lifeboat s for better hearts
Prescription or not
There s some morals forgot white-tattoo them on

No, don t read him anything
No poem, song or line
There s virtue in everything
But most in all that s quiet
An action is meddling
A dagger in time
Better leave it to dry

And it s wild dreams of the start
At the finish line
Gum peeling apart
From each other s lives

And it s wild dreams of the start
At the finish line
Gum peeling apart
From each other s lives

Wild dreams of the start
At the finish line
Gum peeling apart
From each other s lives

Wild dreams of the start
At the finish line
Gum peeling apart
From each other s lives