Broken Magic

The glowing satellite

The Roman candle

Gloves come off and lose their cool

It’s getting hard to try

Put back the pieces

Fragments off a broken moon

This is the last one

This is the last one coming home

And all the loneliness

Is hard to swallow

Send your demons

Into my arms

Lead me down to slaughter

You’re awful, kind

Nothing kind can stop a fool

From choosing a fool

Crumble in the pocket

A valentine

Terrified to lose it

Terrified to break in two

Wash over me

I want nothing to keep us alone

This is the last one

This is the last one

This is the last one

Coming home