The Epitaph

You've seen me at my worst, I doubt it I've cluttered my atmosphere with thoughts

so clear. What a paradox, thinking I'd regret this, but the time's been invested, inviting

you as you step in. Like welcome mats, as I tell them facts, play it out like all three acts

Hate, fear, lust, love, Shakespeare enough's enough. Raising up your cup, sip or even siphon

as you sink my life in. As you sink my life in. As you sink my life in

As an open book, dusting every crevice and crook

scoliosis in the spine, a majority of the time, your attention is mine, your attention is mine

Remain undivided, get awkward and quiet, your mind on autopilot, moments like these might freeze

So the memories, they nestle in conflicted feelings, in conflicted feelings