R&R
Matthew MacDonald
Sick with regret you sputter out.
Your flame swallowed in doubt.
Light the cigarette and take a breath,
The smoke inflates your chest
And thins your blood so you bleed less inside.
Left with the mess that came about,
When you chose to live without.
On foreign shores you fight or die.
Life's thrown before your eyes
And leaves its toll on your calloused empty soul.
How long, how long
Will we be desperately alone?
How long, how long?
How long, how long
Will we have to pay for what we've done,
How long, how long?
"What we would give to feel alive!"
Through the fog a muffled cry,
"The anchor's lost and so am I,
"We fall victims to the tide.
I'm free to drift and free to die on my terms now.
Sick with regret you sputter out.