Cut It Short

She still wants to know
What I still don’t know to say
When we go below
All songs I should know go away
We take the long road home but cut it short
When all the soul falls out from the cold
Into words for you
All that I can do
Songs too true
Break it into two
I’ll slip on a loop
Diamond in a soup to choke
They cop a feel and fate takes the wheel
A figure eight
She still doesn’t know
What I still don’t know to say
When words dig a hole
We are what what we stole
And go away
We take the long road home
And cut it short