| So Be Done With It |
- It has come down to this then?
Your love has stopped growing.
That look that held me for so long
Now somber waiting for release
So be done with it
Be done with me
Be done with us
Our loves death will not be posted
It will not make the obits
Nor be carried by the five o'clock news
Like an old lost kitten flier tacked to a pole
Faded and gray, not deserving notice
By any other than ourselves
So be done with it
Be done with me
Be done with us
For what do we wait so patiently?
A ringing of a bell
Pealing word of loves death?
A skywriter announcing it to the masses
As the words drift slowly apart
Diffused and scattered by unseen winds
Why is love lost taken so hard
Isn't there an easier way
Something to quell the fear
Of that which we fear most
Being alone
So be done with it
Be done with me
Be done with us
Hurry up
Move on,
Find your happy
I don't care
I have loneliness to keep me company.
