Smoky Mornings and Hazy Afternoons
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It's on the smoky mornings I think of you...

Smoky Mornings and Hazy Afternoons

I spare a glance,

With no hope just chance,

At the grey skies above.

The colours fit like a glove,

Oh,

The sorrow flies above like a dove.

The smoke drifts around,

Your requests,

They make me hold my ground.

In your house,

I'm not one of the guests.

It's on the smoky mornings,

I remember hundreds of hazy afternoons,

Spent riding with you.

The world never swoons,

As I enter the room.

So I assume,

The dead air,

Is because of me.

The world never seems to care,

Who you're trying to be.

As sky darkens,

And the burning wafts along,

I sit in the midst of a Marianah's Trench song.

The car is firm from behind,

As I lean and examine the stars.

I dismiss the accusations,

This house is no longer mine.

Their altercations,

Helped me find a way to shine.

Even during hazy afternoons,

Spent avoiding toxic loons.

The smoke drifts around,

Your requests,

They make me hold my ground.

In your house,

I'm not one of the guests.

It's on the smoky mornings,

I remember hundreds of hazy afternoons,

Spent lazily with you.

I dance on my own,

Because I've learnt to walk alone.

The world slammed me down,

But forgot to finish the job.

I left town,

My heart no longer yours to rob.

Now I'm here,

Without you.

I once held you dear,

But we all know what we did,

What we tend to do.

I was just a kid,

Once upon a time.

But you lit the match,

And burnt the world down.

My sturdy heart was mine to catch,

When I lost track,

Of the hazy afternoons,

After I left town.

The smoke drifts around,

Your requests,

They make me hold my ground.

In your house,

I'm not one of the guests.

It's on the smoky mornings,

I remember hundreds of hazy afternoons,

Spent working for you.

Oh,

You left us,

You shouldn't complain.

Yeah,

This was your campaign.

Yet,

I watch the world from a new bus,

Far away from where we used to live.

Oh,

Where did I go wrong?

The smoke drifts around,

Their requests,

They make me hold my ground.

In their house,

I'm not one of the guests.

It's on the smokey mornings,

I remember hundreds of hazy afternoons,

Spent tensely with you.

I listen to Marianah's Trench song,

Of love and war,

As I abandon the door.

If you ever come along,

You're in for a shock.

The door you'll knock,

Will crumble to dust,

To rust.

You rejected me,

Because of I won't listen.

Now watch me go.

The smoke drifts around,

Your requests,

They make me hold my ground.

In your house,

I'm not one of the guests.

It's on the smoky mornings,

I remember a hundreds of hazy afternoons,

Spent waiting on you.

Oh,

Of the smoky mornings,

And hazy afternoons,

How many did I loose to you?

I wondered and whispered,

But it still rings true...

Maybe there's a better me,

Without you.

The smoke no longer drifts around,

You stopped with the requests,

They made me hold my ground.

To your house,

I'm not coming around.

It's on the sunny mornings,

I remember hundreds of clearer afternoons,

Spent easier without you.

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