Lyrics Goners - Laura Gibson
Here
comes
the
end,
of
the
future
If
we're
already
goners
Why
wait
any
longer
For
something
to
crack
open?
Here
comes
the
end,
I
brought
no
offering
I
lied
to
my
confessor
I
fear
small
children
I
fear
curious
elders
I
meant
to
sing
the
truth
But
the
truth
didn't
rhyme
You
unknowable,
a
sly
moon
smile
Call
me
holy
Throw
another
poem
into
the
fire
Here
comes
the
end,
no
white
ship,
no
sunset
I
could
fake
wise,
make
brave
eyes
But
I
know
nothing
I
was
never
trying
to
be
saved
or,
do
the
saving
Only
meant
to
sing
the
truth
When
that
truth
didn't
rhyme
I'll
take
what
I
deserve
I'll
bide
my
time
Call
me
holy
Throw
another
poem
into
the
fire
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