Missing

There is nothing quite as exhausting as the sound of your denying

There is nothing quite as compensating as knowing you were trying

I could reach into your after thoughts and sweep up all the liars

I could mentor the broken contracts you gave to all those lonely buyers

Let’s try and make you beautiful by taking the fear from your eyes

Let’s make you more heroic by unpicking the plans for your demise

Stay sitting on your mantle

Until the afternoon turns blue

And one day I’ll return all those nothings I took from you

Tuesdays always were your worst days as you fought the slippery slope

Thursday always set the ground work for that unsuspecting dope

I could reach into your after thoughts and sweep up all the liars

I could mentor the broken contracts you gave to all those lonely buyers

Let’s try and make you beautiful by taking the fear from your eyes

Let’s make you more heroic by unpicking the plans for your demise

Stay sitting on your mantle

Until the afternoon turns blue

And one day I’ll return those nothings I took from you

This was always very dreamy

You looked hard to try not see me

Educating your passing fancy’s

I bet you’re really glad you met me

Let’s try and make you beautiful by taking the fear from your eyes

Let’s make you more heroic by unpicking the plans for your demise

Stay sitting on your mantle

Until the afternoon turns blue

And one day I’ll return those nothings I took from you