Can't be the end
Ignore the credits rolling
There's got to be something else
Because that did not make sense
Was not meant to be
But then who is more free?
Free to move? Free to do?
Than he, who's done nothing
Nothing to hold better, Nothing ruined ever
Nothing to leave alone
Wrapt in cold letters
On the door step
Is that all it was then ?
Is that all we have left ?
Maybe she didn't lace your drink
Maybe she didn't mean to poison the flowers
Maybe the salt left was an accident
Maybe she didn't mean to send the trees and come back for the babies
But you're still alive
Not sure you've ever felt more alive
Livened by the sting, the pain as it's growing
In the hole in your guts
Something to hold better
Something ruined ever
Something to leave alone
Wrapt in cold letters
On the door step
Is that all it was then
Is that all we have left
Maybe she didn't mean to drop the bomb
Didn't mean to call you useless and all