Kyle Morton The Aftermath
I had you on my mind
In visions more refined
The further back in time
Some friends of friend's estate
Home for the holidays
The smell of conifer and mulled wine
Seducer's calculus
I feigned an accident
Reached out and grazed your neck
My god it's been so long
I see you're moving on
You're right, we're not dead yet
We find an empty room
More catching up to do
And what is one more regret
When I ask you what you want you flash a guarded look
You taunt me with your eyes
As you parse over the aftermath
But in times like these my silver tongue
Returns to me undying love I pine
Until you give it up
And turn out the lights
Then the morning takes
The love away
Leaving only ashtrays
And broken bottles
How I long to shake
My own shoulder blades
When I rise before you wake
To avoid the trouble
And when I leave you will owe me nothing
When I leave it will all mean nothing
