feed me nostalgia with a spoon
Let me drink your lullaby
laced with makeshift pantooms
you're caring for your cancer,
turn to yourself for blame
and all that time, love remains
fastened to my name
The sky's not as far as they say
and it's tempting just to leave you
regardless of the countless days
you made me pinky-swear not to.
you're caring for your cancer,
turn to yourself for blame
adhered to it is love,
unconditional, it will remain.
Never second-guess the sentiments
said as I look into your pupils.
You never have, but I know you keep
a pocket full of scruples.
Even in the dust,
I'll always see you clear as day
Even if you're on the outskirts of my mind
in my heart you'll always stay.
you've cared for me,
your cancer.
your nuisance.
your baby.
I've left you now,
but love isn't enough
to make me sorry.
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