It Was the Pilot

You were the one
I didn’t notice
Catching me all tied up, full of creases
And I will not speak, I will not keep, I am uneven
Feeling out of your reach
Touching all these daughters on weekends
You are those pauses I miss
Somebody’s stealing my part of your veil
What a shock, I’m pointless
Keep eating out of your hands
Bleeding the whole night kept my plans
All the fasts are over now
It’s not your love I’m around, it’s all your enemies
Kept eating all of her friends
Needing a full life, more revenge
All the fasts are over now
It’s not your love that I found
You filled your cup
And that wine made me foolish
But sweet and cheap, I’ve met your taste
And my care is less frequent
You know I am no sheath, just a new thief, I have no reasons
Bending out of your reach, feeding only
My thoughts when I’m weakened
You are the trouble I’ve missed
It isn’t really that dark of a veil
Put it on, I’m helpless