final hour draws near the-
vows we took will be broken-
and I feel as if nothing, nothing-
can be done except let it happen.
No more notes on the fridge-
No more messages on the mirror-
I was happy, it was only me-
So blinded by love I never did see-
the curb straight ahead.
Sign the papers on the line-
Check the box,envelope-
two hundred dollars and-
we're both free to roam-
free to explore-
free to find a new place and-
become St. James bored.
Pour my heart out into a pint-
Uncle Arthur always cheers I
up with a wise crack or a an
offbeat joke about the state of
religious political brainwashing,
religious political brainwashing.
Penny in the air about to drop.
Hot the clock make it stop.
nothing i can do just stand by.
Sign the line a bit of me is going to die.
As
long
as
she's
happy
that's
all
that's
all
that's
all
all
all
that
mat-
ters
©2016 Abdul Batin Bey
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