Finish Line

Too late
 He knows you're all back-to-front
 Your bottom lip shaking
 Your happiness quakes as it's torn apart
 Sunday late
 When you go and get your stuff
 "What's yours is mine"
 That unpractical line back to bite your arm
 No, don't leave him anything
 No letters on the side
 You've gone over everything
 Screw-ups and the whys
 Erase him, his memory
 A tortured decline
 Was never your style
 And it's wild dreams of the start
 At the finish line
 Gum peeling apart
 From each other's lives
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 Too late
 They all know you hate your jobs
 Your liminal friends with their plans to ascend
 Like some holy mob
 Get it straight
 A lifeboat's for better hearts
 Prescription or not
 There's some morals forgot white-tattoo them on
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 No, don't read him anything
 No poem, song or line
 There's virtue in everything
 But most in all that's quiet
 An action is meddling
 A dagger in time
 Better leave it to dry
 And it's wild dreams of the start
 At the finish line
 Gum peeling apart
 From each other's lives
 Wild dreams of the start
 At the finish line
 Gum peeling apart
 From each other's lives
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 Wild dreams of the start
 At the finish line
 Gum peeling apart
 From each other's lives
 Wild dreams of the start
 At the finish line
 Gum peeling apart
 From each other's lives