Finish Line - White Lies

Too late

He knows you’re all back-to-front

Your bottom lip shaking

Your happiness quakes as it’s torn apart

Sunday late

When you go and get your stuff

«What's yours is mine»

That unpractical line back to bite your arm

No, don’t leave him anything

No letters on the side

You’ve gone over everything

Screw-ups and the whys

Erase him, his memory

A tortured decline

Was never your style

And it’s wild dreams of the start

At the finish line

Gum peeling apart

From each other’s lives

Too late

They all know you hate your jobs

Your liminal friends with their plans to ascend

Like some holy mob

Get it straight

A lifeboat’s for better hearts

Prescription or not

There’s some morals forgot white-tattoo them on

No, don’t read him anything

No poem, song or line

There’s virtue in everything

But most in all that’s quiet

An action is meddling

A dagger in time

Better leave it to dry

And it’s wild dreams of the start

At the finish line

Gum peeling apart

From each other’s lives

And it’s wild dreams of the start

At the finish line

Gum peeling apart

From each other’s lives

Wild dreams of the start

At the finish line

Gum peeling apart

From each other’s lives

Wild dreams of the start

At the finish line

Gum peeling apart

From each other’s lives