I hear she’s running out again.
And I know you thought I said you shouldn’t give up
But you didn’t listen close enough
I told you not to give in.
I hear she’s running love again.
Realize you’re captive to an unwilling master
Allowing a blind author to write
Finite fingers fumbling infinite reigns.
But I understand.
You wanted to live.
That’s what you came for.
Once, twice, and again
But think back.
It has only ever killed you.
That’s all you came for.
And every desperate time.