Adios Prizefighter

I dont hang out in makeshift graveyards

Ill serve my time in them soon enough and I cant deny the foolish compromise by satellites

Stop! My routine runs cold machine guns it feels like poison to virgin tongues so try stop and die fiber

Optics tie us alive

So adios sayonara prizefighter! You're no champion youre a casualty

Turn yourself in youre trained chagrin its a sad charade

In your disappointment I caught you smiling

Bright shades of white nothing else reminds you of life nothing else inspires you to try

It was candles on the dresser

It was what you loved the most

It was flashes in your mirror and you thought you saw a ghost

And I hope this feels better and I hope that you stay true

Seldom kissing

Only wishing

This is what I thought Id have to do