
I imagine this is how you’d say goodbye
Images are shattered
Like leaving your mask on the table
It’s a curse or a favor
Writing messages of
C-U Later
But you were the only clown that mattered

Twisted Masquerade year nine / have you been with me this whole time?
You go from sunshine to icy winds
The road less travelled is the road we’ve been
You go from shadow to now we’re friends?
I guess we are ghosting again?
The earth could tip and the sea would swallow us wide –
Everything but my pride!

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