I am your writer who bleeds indecision

Your lover, your waiter, your saddest addition

Your fighter, your taker, your old patience breaker

Your mover, your shaker, the one who can make you

Feel like a giant in the morning and so little by noon

For sure drowning in sunrise and you froze on moon

Oh, baby I'll promise, that I'll never change

Hell, I'll tell you I will, but I'll still say the same.

And I'll pray to the angels that you'll see the signs

And they'll glow like a warning and shine through the wine

And they'll scream through the ecstasy, and howl through the snow

And I'll hand you my ganja, and off I will go.

And then I'll be a memory of your dodgy decisions

Your ex, your old sex, your old weathered tradition

And you'll no longer kiss me, or hate me, or miss me

Or have to defend me, or teach me, or rest me

The one who remind you of stark imperfection

And how when you want to you can change direction

Oh baby, when I call you, saying that I've changed

Don't believe a word 'cause I'll still be the same.

And I'll pray to the angels and beg them to hear me

That despite how I'd like it, that you won't come near me

And I'll dream of the ecstasy I used to feel

From the starting surprise, to the sweet slow reveal

And how I understand you, now that I've lost you

And I wanna thank you, for all that it's cost you

For being the most beautiful part of my life

And for holding me close, and wiping my cheek

And slapping me up when I get too weak

And for touching my skin, and biting my lip

And spitting me out, and breathing me in

And telling me that everything's gonna be alright

So now I guess that it is, baby

So good luck

Thank you, and good night.

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