Brad

Outro

Copyright, Brad

Breathe the pills, swallow the pain
Choke on thoughts of diffidence.
The conscience fails when inebriated
Giving way to drowning fear

Visions of faces flicker through
Cascades of red escaping wrists
But there’s no time for nostalgia
Not when ships and bridges burn

Turn the clock with a few more pills
And pray I’m gone before I’m found
Help the clock with bathwater
And pray I’m gone before I’m found

It s all about the memories now
Petals of life that made it shine
They somehow tear deeper
Than all that s evident

A lullaby plays and will carry on
After my ears can’t hear
Now vanity spills from my eyes
And I pray I’m gone before I’m found