Maybe I just wasn’t properly prepared for the occasion. Sometimes there is nothing that can be said.
Washed away. Clean off a table for two and swallow the leftovers. I keep you in my closet well preserved.
You said nothing could bring you back to a dying world, but there are chores left to be done. There are songs left to be sung.
Just a day away and all the things to say on a passing cloud you lay with resting wings in evening’s ray it’s just a day away.