False Alarm
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied.
Who am I to be so blinde and oblivious.
I miss him in the weeping of the rain.
I miss him at the shrinking of the tide.
The old snow melts from every mountain-side
and last years leaves are smoke in every lane.
But last years bitter loving must remain
heaped upon my old heart.
Guys.
Pulling fire alarms
is not cool.
I've learnded that the hard way.
Who am I to be so blinde and oblivious.
I miss him in the weeping of the rain.
I miss him at the shrinking of the tide.
The old snow melts from every mountain-side
and last years leaves are smoke in every lane.
But last years bitter loving must remain
heaped upon my old heart.
Guys.
Pulling fire alarms
is not cool.
I've learnded that the hard way.