zephyr
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The lonesome organ grinder cries
Not really the point you were trying to make, but you're too tired to do anything more than blink in mute surprise when Sam is suddenly standing as well, hugging you and getting your shirt wet with tears (Can Ascended cry? Do they have real tears? Questions for another time). Awkwardly you raise your arms to wrap around him, your large hands patting uncertainly on the younger man's back. "'S ok, Red," you murmur. "Go ahead'n let it out." It's the best you can offer at the moment: just being there, letting him work through it, not running away as much as you might want to.
And when it's done you'll still be here, because that's what you do. You stick around like a rock on the shore while waves push and pull against you, and you ignore the things that wear you down, and the birds that shit on you and the friendly barnacles that grow on you and the carved messages in you aaaaaaand this metaphor is getting a little weird, but watcha gonna do.
It's been a weird fucking night.
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And when it's done you'll still be here, because that's what you do. You stick around like a rock on the shore while waves push and pull against you, and you ignore the things that wear you down, and the birds that shit on you and the friendly barnacles that grow on you and the carved messages in you aaaaaaand this metaphor is getting a little weird, but watcha gonna do.
It's been a weird fucking night.
{fin!}}
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
