Scattering Cinnamon from Absentminded Eulogy by The Common Man

Red wax glaze on hazy glass - I remember well
The vacant shells of the all-star cast lying where they fell
Photos, prose, and evening clothes in piles on the floor
An apple core on dustless bones spilled out the closet door

There between the coffee cups and damp deserted sheets
I started saving you up, so doting, so discreet
The wine, the weed, your voice so sweet, the pretty chords you played
The lawn that loomed above the street that I'd cross every day

And I believed in love.

| My heart grows fonder in absentminded eulogy
| among the choir across the pyre, singing in your memory
| It's my original sin, I'm scattering cinnamon
| on flames I should have left to die to sweeten soot with scent of spice

Skin and bones with a pixie cut, she'd be the death of me
She kills me with her pretty face, she kills with apathy
I'm tired of her bitter smirk and the blandness in her gaze
I'm tired of her sour sighs and I've only had a taste

There I was lost in a song, lost in a girl who didn't love me long
Maybe love, maybe lust, maybe just a desperate act of trust
There I was vowing to chance to have her in my arms by the break of day
We both cried out in the lawn and held each other closer as the rain kept on

...my heart grows fonder, the nights stretch longer
fading in and out of blue
It's my original sin, I'm scattering cinnamon on flames I should have left to die
Now what of me remains alight?

Here I am burnt in the sun, dreaming of my tightest ties now long undone
Never having laid to rest the sentiment that I regret I left unsung
Here I am, here's the song, here I'll learn the heartless art of moving on
It was love and it was lust, what the hell, it was a bust
and everything worth saving up is gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

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