Your Honor

You’re running
I’m coming up before you in my greatest mooner
Looking from the bottom of the cold dark and shallow
Merky sound in me
I can’t regret it, I forgot I even said it
I just wanted a minute
Believe it me that I meant it when I told you I loved you
And you would stand my be
Now, waking hours, I spend hunting flowers
Candles burning in your honour
And jealous of those who had more than me
More than me
More than me
The voices building remind me that I’m losing
Almost caught up in pursuing
While you were all just cruising
On your steady sinking ship sailing by me
Still moving, pretending what I’m doing is for some other reason
Fear I’ll be forgotten by the ones who never even heard about me
Heard about me
Thought about me
Even know about me