blessed from split death by mostyn

seated dogs wait for me
watching, watching patiently
beaten rugs, dust of ye
moldy, piss stained memories

i guess i'm blessed
i rest, i rest

was it the timing or was it me
hardly the kind to give it all up for free
get up so early, quarter after four
i'll do it all again for you, i'm sure
couldn't i ask for more

softly spoken, on your feet
running from reality
moving forward, or at least
a semblance of mobility

driving loose, cutting teeth
leaving, speeding nervously
day by day, losing sleep
will you grace me with your company


but i don't have the right
as long as it's up to you

was it the timing or was it me
blessed with indifference, she's in too deep
pain in my stomach, can't fall back asleep
i put it in your hands, you left it up me
it's clear, now i see

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