Morning eyes climb and vine in the light,

came and went without me.

Denouement, blurred neon sits on the pond,

won't you come and drag me?

Sitting with your future, quite the night of the soul if I had to have one, losing all your suiters with a grace they won't see,

I'm staying for the gruesome truth.

I still smell you on me,

ruined a couple razors scraping you off.

I don't have a single bone in my body for you anymore, but you've got my vote, you've got a hold.

Hard to have favorites when you're half told,

aware but alone,

when you're half alive,

tongue tied,

when you're half whole.

You have your tell, neither of us found it,

tell yourself you'd never quite allow it,

see yourself walking on down to hell,

but everyone likes a little white lie to sell.

I'm staying for the gruesome truth,

so won't you come and drag me out.

The night is young, I'll tell you when I'm done.