Bitterness your holding not quite deep enough underneath your skin

somehow seeps through it's here keeps surfacing

Not again.

Ugliness I've finally grown enough to see. This doesn't go away

Infectious circle whirlwind holiday.

And we're free.



Everytime we seem to climb from the ruts and bury alibis

We still somehow sweep our lives under rugs and bedroom furniture.



Be it difficult to see, a shear light and sudden change in me.

This time i don't want to fight, let you know that i've moved forward.



You



If i advise you on your way good fortune you reject

The simple maturity to wish me on my way well too

Run out of my. Run out of my. Run out of my patience with you

Run out of my run out of my run out of my patience with you.