Southbound

Vestigial Remorse

27 - Southbound

and god won’t care if i go south
the apple rotted in my mouth
there is nothing that remains
nothing makes this right again

and you all scrape my skin today
concrete my choice to go away
enforce my hurt and bring my pain
i just need to hide my coming fate

in days like these and words like mine
there is nothing worthwhile left to find
i hope you find what you search for
you were never mine and i won’t be yours
… again

i won’t be yours again