Marcus Bowden - Asinine

I lost you, thought you'd make my dream
Now I hate whatever that means
Implied changes vanish in my awkward presence
Only convenient in your circumstances

Without speaking, the lake consumed the bridge
A sign we didn't have long to live
I've got a heart like rusted gold
Nothing's working, you're not home

Thought you were the last regret
You're just a dead-flamed cigarette
Sour notes and weak-ass lines
You thought I was asinine

Using flower pedals to decide
To morph into a wallflower and hide
The same one who wants peace is willing to fight
Burn down until there's nothing left to light

You were the last regret
You're just a dead-flamed cigarette
I was right to cut the line
You are just asinine

Written by:
Marcus Bowden

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