Wastrel

Yes i can't deny the worn out and truthful, if it's picturesque
though it's just a saying, not useful
resolve that great chain of aging and fierce hours
so soon it becomes annoying to us
yes between her thighs it was nothing
i don't know if she even lives, but you:
and i never was in need of touch unless it would come through my heart's shape
not like they who say it in today's fashion
now you know what's going on with me
trying to steal the light
and in the evenings a slight chill in the air
i'm still here breathing, feeling so much better than i was last year
with a curtain of smoke
and in the evenings a slight chill in the air
the welkin not on my mind, nor anything it covers