big bad bastard ballad

oh, flowers in your hand won't do no good now
though they can't do harm I guess
lay your body next to mine & float on down to
the place where you were before & shut the door

say you were there back then
crunching numbers, 
i made a guilty friend
break & mend & then
for another, i made a lousy bet, 
don't forget

so, i misunderstood the nuances of
friendship &  love it's not impossible to see
things fall apart just when you've picked them up
it's not enough

words and dollars lost too soon
you're still dreaming in the afternoon
daysee's pinned up on your wall
in a couple of years this will mean nothing at all
not at all

so come on
it's not enough

last lap, baby,  around the bend
but you're not yet done

help me return to hopeless 
the fear stays on

late end

beats // mixing // nyc
erameldmusic@gmail.com

some bedroom demos here
looking for a band

late end

billywitch