the ensemble

i forgot what i said,
but it’ll be stuck in my head
till the stage drops it’s curtains
and the ensemble starts to cease
where it all turns quiet,
the violins may now rest in peace

but it’s okay,
cause i’ve got something better,
better than a musical play,
or the songs we made,
a place i can stay to think of the old days
where i played clair de lune and smelt the bouquets, of flowers they left me when you started to decay

and i know i’m caught in the past
but maybe one day i’ll move on at last
i was only 10 on that day, when you turned into a memory and drifted farther away
and i think to myself, how could it possibly end up this way?

i watched your eyes turn bleak
i could not believe what i had seen
they rushed to come find you,
you were laying near the kitchen sink
i hoped and i prayed,
that it would all turn out okay
but the next time i saw you,
your skin turned an earl grey

once this is finally over,
it’ll probably be a ways;
but i’ll play your favorite piece
just like the old days
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