Two Days Short Tomorrow

My darling, my darling

are you as composed as the space you fill?

you know there's little reason to demand what cant be given from the heads you fill

and you aim your thoughts homeward

as if you had a reason to be gone

and you were raised by sirens they taught you not to talk

all words are empty

but they lent you their hats, screaming bring back from the other side some sympathy

and your spend no time to wonder

when you claim to know the answer

why be wrong

so you put on your painted dress

while the badass takes your hand and tempts you homeward

and so i've heard

that you've gone wrong

but is it OK

if I think of you

'cause you might just be

what i'm counting on

just one more day

that I must get through

well you break just like the morning

and if yesterday dont know you

well who does then

and if you ever seek me out i'll be someone among the people you call ?

well you'd love to be a martyr

but you got nothing to die for

so you wait

and wintertime is coming

you can feel the cold drum drumming once again

and so i've heard that you've gone wrong

but is it OK

if I think of you

cause you might just be

what im counting on

just one more day

that I must get through

well I love my country

I love my country

but I fear your mother

I fear your mother

and shes growing older

or so they told her

and flowers wont replace her

your my sheath, i'm your rapier

and so i've heard

that you've gone wrong

but is it OK

if I think of you

'cause you might just be

what i'm coutning on

just one more day

that I must get through

that I must get through