Beds and Lawns

We both might get pneumonia.

Daylight soon will disown you.

And in this rotten rain, I see you melt before my eyes,

and all I built you up to me, was made from soft, sweet lies.

And you were just what I needed.

I needed to be defeated.

And with your rouge in ruins, and they're lying at your feet.

All your casualties have cleared out,

now, you're victory's complete.

But every pretty pawn,

you once championed,

now they've all gone,

to beds and lawns to sleep.

But I just awoke,

and your spell, it's been broken.

All I see is a soakin', shivering child, frightened of being undone.

These eyes, they once adored yours. You'll see will only avoid yours.

Wine in plastic cups are littered all across the lawn,

while the fallen lay there lifeless till they can stumble home at dawn.

But I just awoke,

and your spell, it's been broken,

all I see is a soakin', shivering child, frightened of being undone.

You feign like you've been forsaken,

but this bed's, the one you've been making,

and I fell for each fall you've taken,

but I won't fall no more.

And in this darkened dawn with my clothes wet against my skin.

I will stumble away from here,

and not return again.

As the daylight begins to break, in darkness you remain,

you never learned when to quit and come in from the rain.

You're soakin'!