In Sickness

It's nights like this I lose focus
Where it's your closeness I crave
Phantom touch in the distance
Counting the moments we'd waste
Despite the evidence
The traces of your presence here
I'll be searching for new purpose
And they'll be questioning my motives dear

To have and to hold

Devotion or fascination?
Cloying feathers made to look like holy patrons
Where grief is the price of love
Lost is the cost of divination

In far too deep
Bruising up knees
Lifting up prayers
Fawn, Flight, then freeze
Always fighting, it's no fair
Is this the end of you and me?
It's not that I feel unworthy
That's just how indifference tastes
Shameful of you not to leave
Cruel of me to have stayed

In sickness and in health

Speak now or forever hold your peace
To have and to hold
In sickness and in health



Credits
Writer(s): Friendly Thieves
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