Would Slash Will

I stuck to habit: to stand to reason
Too slow to notice it wouldn't stand for me
I lost a season in one long weekend
The creeping treason completely lost on me
Though some part had to know
I'd be leaving it alone
Or getting swept away
And when I held my breath to gauge the width or the depth

It was gone either way
I hate that I am still angry
I get that I am supposed to be
Days spent distracted by the words echoing
Some nights I wake up with your breath still on me

I took a comfort expressly given
If not accepted with some bewilderment
I stuck to habit: to float past wreckage
Too struck with panic to add up what got spent
And then I stood aside, all already arrived
At a justified mean
And when I tried to grieve
Neither the rate or the speed
Could pace the gall or the greed

I hate that I am still angry
I get that I am supposed to be
Some days I'm deafened by a voice echoing
Some nights I wake up with your breath still on me

I guess you did what you did
I know that there's a name for it



Credits
Writer(s): Wj Bentley
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