The Bradley

False pretense

a lack of resonance

a derisive sentiment and confidence

these bonds were always faked

crafted for safety's sake

but pasted wings and foil rings

do not an angel make

I see you've left me with your, your last word

it's ringing

with the noteless shrill of jealousy

and the claims of imperfection

and the crying out for the things that you deserve

but you're voice is never audible beneath the anger

in your words, it's ringing

it's breaking me

you can't belittle this

this could change everything

this one is mine to believe

this is unparalelled grace that's like gravity

a clarity i've never seen

or ever heard

since your last word

I see you've left me with your, your last word

it's ringing

with the noteless shrill of jealousy

and the claims of imperfection

and the crying out for the things that you deserve

but you're voice is never audible beneath the anger

in your words, it's ringing

it's breaking me . . .

and the hottest words can cauterize

and in anger there's just wasted time

so your last word is just another I won't hear