This Must Be Some Kind of Joke

Someone should tell you, the bridges most often travelled are the soonest to collapse

And whether structural or hereditary, those same bridges

Once fallen or falling, take many down with them

And that every Casagemas must eventually say

I've had enough of this life and this love

Every Casagemas whispers himself to sleep with

Tomorrow is the end, I have had my

I have had my fill

Waiting too long to say what you mean and to give looks their intentions

Compact fire into undesired space will only explode