Semaphore - James

I may as well try semaphore

As words no longer work

This fool was feeling cornered

And he acted like a jerk

He’d tell you he was sorry

If that made good the hurt

It’s too late now for sorry

It’s too late now for words

We survive

Despite our desire to stray

Hell to pay

Thought you knew

My desires

Innate it’s not going away

I hope you’re not going away

It’s a question of convenience

How pain, with time, will fade

Surrendered to acceptance

Dark night gives way to day

It was meant to be a gesture

That mark across your face

It’s too late now for sorry

It’s too late now for grace

We survive

Despite our desire to stray

Hell to pay

Thought you knew

My desires

Innate it’s not going away

Hell to pay

Thought you knew

Hell to pay

Thought you knew

Thought you knew

Thought you knew