<h1>No Such Thing (The Fall)</h1>

Luck... there’s no such thing

Just a set of circumstances

A promise and a ring

But we know...

This is fleeting like a sideways glance

Colder than the tombstones

Of some dark and cold romance

Yet it still hurts to be

Cast aside like yesterday’s paper

Would it have been easier

Had we never even met each other?

And still we dance

Two pathetic moths around the flame

I beg, you repulse

And bitter is the taste of the blame

Love... there’s no such thing

(It’s an invention in some poet’s mind...)

Just candied words in a voice

I wish I could sing

But we know...

How each false witness bears a lie

And though we try to run

The sun in front is now behind

Yet it still hurts to be

Another line mark on the wall

A passing fancy; that

Dead ember of words crushed in a ball

When the paper is blank

And the words seem hard to form

It’s always easier to take the hit

Than to take the fall...