#wntrmchn

Time goes so slow And yet not soft We met when we were young With no idea of love But now I know what a woman you've become

My sweat reminds me Of your curves and your best bits My pain reminds me Of the shots that you took at it My smile tells me That no one has loved me like this

My best friend, my lover, my other

Time goes so slow And yet not soft We grew when we were young And now we're not so tough Now I know what a man I've become

And in my bleakest picture You drew us built as halves So when we found each other We settled back to back With arms outstretched and touching We built our home at last

My best friend, my lover, my other half

Wandered lonely as a dream Fracturing, and still asleep Behind my half-closed eyelids Swirling masses of bodies Fill up the floor like a twisted sea That washes at my bare feet

And I wish I knew How to get to you But they've painted all the corridors white Lie face down in the sand I want to understand Why you're painted on the back of my eyes

And this is an ending fit for beginnings, isn't it? And this is the sound of me remembering And this is a low.

Time has gone in fours and threes Would have you praying on your knees Hoping for a taste of forever But every trace of the divine Is washed away with a cheap red wine Opened to celebrate the weather

But you'd take anyone for a cigarette And what have you gained so far But old addiction, and new regret, And another night at the bar?

And this is an ending fit for beginnings, isn't it? And this is the sound of me remembering And this is a low.