Roll Down the Line

What I need boils

What I need binds

And strangles with regret

But still comes so easily

Where'd you go?

Tonight I woke

To find you gone

The question and

An answer that sounded off

The glance goes abject enough

When she was young

She asked me if

I knew her well

I thought I did

I know better know

What I need boils

What I need binds

And strangles with regret

But still comes so easily

The question and

An answer that sounds...

The glance goes abject, cut off

An answer, cut off