End. -

All wrapped up in the bedsheets

A nightly bodybag

You’ll wander until the early ‘morn

But you don’t have to say a word

I can feel it in the walls

The kind of cold that burns

Stay up all night

And meet me between the black grass

And where the water falls

We can count the cracks in the walls

But I’m falling back into you

You need to leave

You know you do

You were right about the end all along

Speak to me softly under your breath

You come back to life when the sun sets

I used to know you

Oh so well

I even used to know myself

So pass through

Just tell me the truth

Don’t tell me the truth

Meet me between the black grass

And where the water falls

We can count the cracks in my soul

But I’m falling back into you

You need to leave

You know it, too

We were right about the end all along