Soul Whirling Somewhere Piece Of Wick Alight In A Pine
I'm giving up.
I've backed myself off now.
Like you always wished I would.
And I guess you're not gonna change,
No matter what I could ever do.
You're never going to see
That you'll never find anything.
That nothing will come by running.
All the things you bury yourself in can burn.
They won't last like I would have.
And all the time you want
And the things you'll search for within it
Will all inevitably be over.
And you'll never find anything that won't.
Except you-know-what.