Delgado

Lissom was the lie that you told yourself

Was it meant to be or was it a dream just spent?

And on the starting line

We falter

And give up on what

Could never be

Can't let this memory break my back

Like a stone into

This window of our

Friendship that was anathema

Friendship that was anathema

The evil we've become

The evil we've become

And on the starting line

We falter

And give up on what

Could never be

And on the starting line

We finish

And kiss the blade of grass

That knocked you right down off your feet