You may tire of me
as our December sun is setting
‘cause I'm not who I used to be

No longer easy on the eyes
but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
the youthful one below

Who turned your way and saw
something they were not looking for
Both a beginning and an end

But now they live inside
someone they do not recognize
when catching their reflection on accident

On the back of a motorbike
with your arms outstretched trying to take flight, leaving everything behind

But even at our swiftest speed
we couldn't break from the concrete
in the city where we still reside

And I have learned
that even landlocked lovers yearn
for the sea, like navy men,

'Cause now we say goodnight
from our own separate sides
like brothers on a hotel bed

[yeah, it’s gets tiring
i couldn’t blame you for resetting
or rolling more vitality

it scales unevenly
from levels 4 to 29
fundamentals that i have to learn

cascading bends
the rapids buck and bash against me
as i recall how much i owe

it’s insurmountable
i hope the loan pause lingers on
shooting arrows with a broken bow

as was prophesized
our january sun is rising
and we aren’t who we used to be

and as we said goodnight
from our shrinking separate sides
i saw the other hotel bed]