Neither a nurturer
Nor a ‘til-the-end friend
Wasn’t a warrior
Just a walk-away-er
Giant, silent chaos-creator
Truth-debater
Left the City for the farm
Shallow, self-indulgent charm
The countdown’s begun
He’s long gone…and was always gonna run

Neither a nurturer
Nor a ‘til-the-end friend
Wasn’t a warrior
Just a walk-away-er
Giant, silent chaos-creator
Truth-debater
Left the City for the farm
Shallow, self-indulgent charm
The countdown’s begun
He’s long gone…and was always gonna run

Right this
As a child, earnestScene; The wet silence
They cause to become ominous
When you wish a mere escape
Can we not look away
What more do we want
How much don't they think we can take
I speak for mermaids
Who tend to the deep and still
Suffer the shallow