Small

Show me all the good lies

What you keep up locked inside

In a small afraid moment

Appetite finally waning

Come by any time

Took the last one when you looked away

Cycles of thoughts

Tumbling in

In a bitter automatic

Code

So right

But so unkind

Cycles of thoughts tumbling in

In a bitter automatic

Code

So right

But so unkind

Finally, it's over

I can only offer you my condolences

The more you were asking for it

The less tragic it is

Then I know it's over

All we're left with are condolences

The more you were asking for it

The less tragic it is