How do you say
I've lost the need for your ways
The path it took too many twists
I think I took too many risks
There is a reservoir of lust
To which I'm permanently hooked
It's not an improvement
It's just a denouement
How do you say
I've came to miss your tiny ways
My body's like a hollow cast
A year-long love just wouldn't last
I couldn't rest
So, instead, I made a mess
It's not an improvement
It's just a denouement
There was an exact day
When you stopped sending love at the foot of the page
The clock baffed our fares in green light
Two arms bridged across two beds that night
It's not an improvement
It's just a denouement
