By the end of the day itll be the end of the day.

There are things you can know and things that know you;
you are the you that made you come true.

I don't have the patience nor time nor the space
to forgive all this waste so laced with distaste.

I don't need the dark and I don't need the manic,
and I don't need a panic that gets called satanic.

If we go on this way.
By the end of the day.
Whatever you say.
And if I have to pay.
And we pray and we pray.

And we pray.

There is still in the way,
from month May to May,
the glare of the way,
and it kills me to say,

that. there. is. nothing. left. to. do.