My Shape

The sun is getting lower
 the air turns slightly crisper
 your warmth is leaving my body
 I hate the sound of fading
 can't stand the shape you're drawing
 surprised to see us still mortal
 But I am not afraid to let go
 I am so sorry to hear that
 your holy war is over
 just when you decided to fight
 Something cold and shallow
 found its home in your wiring
 Hard wiring can be so lethal
 But I am not afraid to let go
 It turns me over and over
 but I feel freedom coming on.
 Do you wish I was more fragile?
 Do you want to break me?
 Do you wish I was more pliable?
 Do you want to bend me?
 Do you wish I was more fragile?
 Do you want to break me?
 Do you wish I was more pliable?
 Do you want to change my shape?