Bitter

Bitter

The half-moon is aching, bitter and sad.

We are wet. we are stripped to the bone.

It's out of our hands, the dream we're bound to dream.

We are wet, always alone

How many ways can you say goodbye

That was nothing

?x? something

How many days were in dreaming

In many ways just a lie

In better days I'd be dreaming

As my life passed me by

Now pardon me for trying

Trying to tear apart

And pardon me for lying

It's just easy, so easy, to start

~~acousma~~

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