I go to sleep waiting for her to say goodbye
The sound of her voice makes me want to cringe
Exactly like I'm being thrown into the fringe
From the window of a moving car;
The rush of wind.
The hoarfrost isolation.
All the fucked-up anticipation.
And I walk; disfigured and out of tune
My survival will be a tribute to you.
It's not as big a secret as you think
Walk the streets wearing Malaysian mink
I don't regret breaking from your vainglory
Simple sinecure is not an admirable story
I hope you find what it is that you're looking for
All those things you deserve and more
There is a vicious tone living behind her words
Buried deep inside; the objective comes out blurred
A bit of drama for her tell-tale life
This is how she expects to become a wife
Running around with a butcher's knife;
The shine of your blade
The imposed devastation
All the fucked-up anticipation.
I shake my head; no resolve to this ruse
Just another echo of a desperate muse.
~Sorry Old Horse.
Любовий,
Іванченко.
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