The Bradley

false pretense
a lack of resonance
a derisive sentiment and confidence
these bonds were always faked
crafted for safetys sake
but pasted wings and foil rings
do not an angel make
I see youve left me with your, your last word
its ringing
with the noteless shrill of jealousy
and the claims of imperfection
and the crying out for the things that you deserve
but youre voice is never audible beneath the anger
in your words, its ringing
its breaking me
you cant belittle this
this could change everything
this one is mine to believe
this is unparalelled grace thats like gravity
a clarity ive never seen
or ever heard
since your last word
I see youve left me with your, your last word
its ringing
with the noteless shrill of jealousy
and the claims of imperfection
and the crying out for the things that you deserve
but youre voice is never audible beneath the anger
in your words, its ringing
its breaking me . . .
and the hottest words can cauterize
and in anger theres just wasted time
so your last word is just another I wont hear