(forgive me) from after ovid by new world of mine

you used to tell me how you ate alone
crying when you thought you couldn't feel your bones
and if i said that i'd be by your side
you'd smile at me through those teary eyes

time is a gatekeeper, keeps us on our toes
it's this little life we live, but is it what we chose?

i knew these words weren't enough for you
i knew going in, we'd both lose

maybe we are the dust in the air
you told me that you'd try, but fuck, i don't care

time is a gatekeeper, keeps us on our toes
it's this little life we live, but is it what we chose?

it's may thirteenth at two a.m.
i can see it in your skin
borrowed blood is not a sin

• Spoken Word
• Powell