This Man's Ruin

Those butterflies haven't stretched their wings for a while
A forearm's leopard print bow comes untied
And I guess we can't change our spots
Behavioural patterns extinguishing lanterns
And here I am trying to join up the dots

The loosening of stitches not sewn for some time
Removes a finger's ornamental silver outline
And that's the slipping of the safety knot
Engraved initials no longer official
And the gates to memory lane are padlocked

You're the ghost on the settee
You're the devil in the details
You're the felling of the tree
You're the wind out of the sails
It doesn't matter what you're doing
For you won't be this man's ruin

Touch screen transmissions postponed and sidelined
It's not easy to refrain from that pastime
And as I'm trying to keep up the boycott
You ask if you're deplorable
It's certainly plausible
And I ought not to say so but no you're not

You're a hole in the head
You're the bend before the break
You're the space in the bed
You're the thud before the ache
It doesn't matter what you're doing
For you won't be this man's ruin



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Griffin, Marc Ainley, Jamie Rothery, Sam Howell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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