The Willows
I want to believe that this still works.
But the willows bend before they burst.
Time is a fickle fiend.
I'm certain there's no in between.
You follow down the rabbit hole,
But catching up is just dumb luck.
We were a flash in the universe.
Extinguished by the flames of love.
You wonder if I folded first.
A few seconds short of being long gone.
I've got a bone to pick with you.
You twist my words like a Vine Street queue.
We'll never say I do, adieu.
Beauty lies where smiles hide.
(I've never seen this side before.)
Our intentions are plumed and pliant.
(My love went walking out that door.)
It's not even that I mind the rain.
I just need someone to fix my brain.
It's stuck on you.
I've got a bone to pick with you.
You test my mood like I've got the blues.
I've got a bone to pick with you.
You twist my words like a Vine Street queue.
We'll never say I do, adieu.
I want to believe that this still works,
But the willows bend before they burst.