you won't get the note
the one i wrote at four in the morning
words written from a tired throat
i threw them all in the garbage
because your eyes are too delicate
to see the pain, to see the battle, to see the love
you won't see them
because its just not supposed to be
forgetting what i saw
forgetting what i want
give it all up
forget
disband from it, stop the pain
say fuck the world
and lie down in the rain
feel the last earthly pleasure
as it flows across your chest
for life, you have forgotten
and death's bet is best
you won't get the note
the one i wrote at four in the morning
words written from a tired throat
i threw them all in the garbage
because your eyes are too delicate
to see the pain, to see the battle, to see the love
you won't see them
because its just not supposed to be
