A Silent Film Aurora
Aurora my love
Do not scrutinize
A slap on the wrists
Feels like soap to my eyes
Should a slip of my tongue
Be a bullet in your gun
Aurora my love,
I’m leaving here
Aurora my love
You can tell me what to think
Like I am your patient
And you are my shrink
But the more you guide my hand
The less I’ll understand
Aurora my love,
I’m leaving here
Isn’t it time
Isn't it time
Isn't it time you pushed yourself on someone else?
