Manners

Throw me in a favourable light

Long for what you see

How can I make your eyes

Burn feverish bright

When you look at me

Years of circling and circling

Then you let me in

And with each day

We stepped further away

From that first one trembling

Oh I wish that you weren’t here

I wish that I had never seen

A glimpse of what I had to learn

And how it turns the entropy

I was in my own bed sleeping

And I had me such a dream

I saw you unhappy, bitter, lonely

And I smiled in victory