There’s a dying match
Didn’t quite catch the wick
Don’t know what’s in the dark
But maybe it’s how I like it
I close my eyes to see
But you can find my eyes
If you close yours too
An hour past midnight
We start to see things
Like secrets of what’s next
Some we don’t believe though
But some can’t dodge the mess
The moon turned me to stone
It does that sometimes
It’s how I step outside myself
When there’s shadow there’s light
When the healing hurts
More than the wound
Take a little detour
From these cycles we go through
There’s a dying match
Didn’t quite catch the wick
Don’t know what’s in the dark
But maybe it’s how I like it
Love Always,
Lainey
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