Volition from Apparitions by The King in Yellow

I could feel that night eye glaring down at me
Bright as I swear I've ever seen
We spoke softly with cold air on our cheeks
They were footsteps made easy
Wherever you take me
That’s where I'd be

This fork in the road leaves the mind in panic
Take the right trail, or the left, does it matter?
First foot before the second
This is all just a dream
This is all just a dream

I’m stuck on the last words that you spoke
The choice was made for me
One or the other, both the same
What’s left to choose between?
Don’t hesitate
Don’t hesitate

To look back

Such a lonesome turn of events
Makes one expect the unexpected
Such a lonesome turn of events
Makes one face what they’ve regretted

We’ll just have to learn to live without

And the hardest part will be
Living without your nicotine
Long nights spent gritting teeth
Are over, are over

I’m stuck on the last words that you spoke
The choice was made for me
One or the other, both the same
What’s left to choose between?
Don’t hesitate
Don’t hesitate

I could feel that night eye glaring down at me
Bright as I swear I've ever seen

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