And Yet... - To Kill A King

When all our good friends

Are married and pious about the things they did

When they were young and loose

Look me up, reach out sister

I’ll be waiting in the chapel

With a cigarette and a cocktail just for you

Because the weight to make our way

To tick the boxes neatly placed

I call bullshit, you call bullshit

This fleeting wondrous life won’t fit

And yet

Who will I reach for

Who will I reach for

Who will I reach for

When the dark comes in?

While our better halves

Who cut out our still beating hearts

And are pushing strollers like brain dead motors in the park

You and I tread a different path

Like lightning across the heavens we’ll flash

Showing only, yes solely what we love

Because the weight to make our way

To tick the boxes neatly placed

I call bullshit, you call bullshit

This fleeting wondrous life won’t fit

And yet

Who will I reach for

Who will I reach for

Who will I reach for

When the dark comes in?