Out of ways to perceive this
You will sour over me in a wave of discontent

Drop the act that you have carried on
I don’t feel you here

Out of options once again
All is not well, but I’ll revise soon
I will live through this rise

Sinking in, while you delight
Had it ever been a dreary night?

Drop the act that you have carried on
I don’t feel you here, you are long gone
You thought you would not, but now you do
Anyway, sort it all out