Bruises

My what a desperate place to reach
You scared to put the pen down like it bruises
You said it fine
How autumn sings in leaves what summer couldn't take
With her to the spring

Oh no, you're late
For another thing you couldn't wait for

You sigh as you survey the clouded sky
Tracing constellations the chroniclers forget with time
You smile when you sympathise
Like you were relegated from the heavens
Astrology is lost on me
But you like how it gives you an excuse
To talk about your feelings

Oh no, you're late
For another thing you couldn't wait for

I've never been too keen on shedding
My metamorphosis is begging
Lullabies I fear I'm a little old for
Lullabies the kind you'd sell your soul for
Trust in my intuition
Most the time comes to fruition
I just need my souls nutrition
Hate to feel this soul attrition

Forget the bruises and we'll run
Time is money come on let's run
Forget the bruises come on let's run
Oh you're late for another thing you couldn't wait for