Crowing

Been waiting to find

You could've been happier, given the time

If he'd make up his mind

You'd give yourself to anybody who would cross that line

And it was never a question

He was crowing for repair

You'd give him love and affection

But you couldn't keep him there

Get over regret

While you were sleeping with angels

He was under the bed

And the more skin you shed,

The more that the air in your throat will linger when you

Call him your friend

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Staring at a cold little hand

Reading fault lines of a shell of a man

You were waiting for a word from above

Wouldn't you know it, no answer ever did come

And it was never a question

You were crowing for repair

You'd give him love and affection

But you couldn't keep him there