Passing by the wayside just a moment from the pits Commas turn to full stops and it's looking like we've reached the end Bitten by the moonlight unaware of where we sit Letters slide off pages, rearrange themselves to 'start again'
Too late it's past time for…. Can't say this, no line to see
This doesn't fit any more I've counted all the places, forgotten all the ways in which it used to cover me Fell to the floor Don't want it to be wasted but giving up's the lesser of the evils that I see
