For Good

By Wyatt Cole

Until the sun has gone away for good
Make haste with tearing up regret that shades
Give up the constant thinking of what should

Without the scratches of my name in wood
Avoiding sleep next to one who fades
Until the sun has gone away for good

An empty cavern flooded with what could
Direction of our separate parting ways
Give up the constant thinking of what should

Constructing you where light and demons stood
My thoughts draw closer close to binding craze
Until the sun has gone away for good

If only desert sand might quench what would
Mirage that paints the scene of your charades
Give up the constant thinking of what should

Repeating failure drawing up my hood
Malnourished beauty catches me in daze
Until the sun has gone away for good
Give up the constant thinking of what should

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