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don't look forward

from bella by the satire

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Don’t look forward

Well we needed a villain
And I did it willingly
Cause you play the victim so well

So I dressed like a merchant
You dressed like a widow
Hidden beneath a painted black vale

Cause all friendships are conditional
And we are a cliché of ourselves

So we’re simply our timeframe
In some place with the same names
There is no place to get clean
Just replay the scene
We’d have the sun draw a breath and pour
Into the space in between

The space in between
It was a lovely place to be

And,
Now we’re simply our timeframes
Our birthdays; our surnames
There is no place to get clean
I, an amalgamation of scene
Have the sun draw a breath and pour
Into the space in between

So baby, don’t you worry about me
No baby, don’t you worry about me
No baby, don’t you worry about me

Cause I’ve stolen money
From my friends and my family
I’ve ‘wrote bad cheques’
Used a fake name
But I’ll make amends eventually
I am flawd but am funny
As this epitaph would read
On a grave
Cause an end did approach me
When all of your certainty
Was killing me
And my needs
They were vague

I folded in on myself. I was a stage play.








(Epilogue)


I was a stage play

Said I was a stage

I was a stage play

Or I was the stage
‘but oh, how we danced
I was a stage play on the night
They were wed’
Said I was a stage
‘but oh, how we danced
I was a stage play on the night
They were wed’
Or I was the stage When you were still
my friend
I was a stage play When you were still
my friend
Said I was a stage You were still
my friend, my friend
I was a stage play you were my friend
My friend.
Or I was the stage


I was a stage play

Said I was a stage

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from bella, released May 29, 2009

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