I was a wit
but this is it
we always fit
together bit by bit.
Song by song
you don't belong
you follow along
Simon Says you're wrong.
In flight
we fight
to take our right
back from the night.
It almost stole
his soul
it took his whole
and I paid my toll.
Sleepless nights haunt
it's not what I want
my dreams all taunt
of the days we could flaunt.
We went on a trip
that couldn't flip
to a brighter quip
when it hushed my lip.
He had fire
when things were dire
flames grew higher
a snappy sort of liar.
Reaching about
we shout
help save us from doubt
we need a way out.
A feisty little rarity
I tried to beat verity
went through all this asperity
came out with insularity.
Who knew I would win
after all this sin
hurting my only kin?
Ta da, la fin.