Goodbye

2nd lyric

Does it feel like our march has been slowing down?
Lined up, armed and prepared, waiting for a command
Now, now, let’s not get so carried away
We received a later while you were trying to faint

As you're dragging behind trying to catch your breath
[But make sure you don’t pull these threads]
Am I interrupting that time of the day?
My apologies if you were writing epitaphs, sir
However, we’re trying to catch your attention
With something you probably already knew

And this is why you’ll never reach perfection
Put the flames from hell down, you’ve yet to realize
That you’ll never see far beyond your nose
We might not know the future, yet everyone knows
If you keep on breathing, you can’t possibly drown

Don’t look so worried; [Here]; Eat some more
But hey, please, keep silence and let go
I can’t picture myself running to get back home
Sir, kindly let me sleep as we walk

The colors, the scents, the fragrances, the bones
I can’t seem to remember why I adored you so much
Be sure to erase yourselves before night has grown old
Least it be you and me end up alone
Sir, we’re not returning home
[Sir!] We’re not returning home

And this is why you’ll never become God
Take your wings off, you’ve yet to realize
That you can't see far beyond what you loath
We might not know the future, yet everyone knows
If you roll on the floor, you can’t possibly burn

If you can’t reach perfection, don’t ask the devil instead
Flames and demons, that’s where he goes
Hey, you can’t see far beyond your soul
Nobody knows the future, but I do know
I’ll kiss your forehead once more
And rest easily, as I know you made it all the way down

[Scream: Sir, we’re not headed home]
[Sir, we’re not headed home]
[Voice of a woman: Sir, is there anyone left? Sir? Are you there? Sir?]

Author's Note

Struggle.

Reviews

[Rosalie Kempthorne]

This works for me. Can't put my finger on exactly why, a bit to do with the repetition of ideas "keep breathing, can't possibly drown" "roll on the floor, you can't possibly burn" and a bit to do with what's left unsaid, and what's left up to the reader to catch onto. These interjections of "Sir, we're not headed home" provide some emotional weight.

[unspokenguilt]

Very creative! It sorta leaves a person absent minded, like a riddle.
Nicely done!
:) EAR