Tell Me

8:00pm, the sky was on fire

Oh, we were so close.

I’ll have you know, honey, I never did want you to leave

But I don’t blame you much,

For wanting to be free

It’s too much for you,

It was always too much.

If you’re thinking of letting me go,

It’s time that you do.

It’s too much for you.

You’ve got to leave, before you get left,

Right?

Age old fears.

Tell me again; darling, how it always goes!

It was always them,

Right?

No – it was always you.

And

Your fears, a self fulfilling prophecy.