Cabin Fever from Leopold Zimmerman by Leopold Zimmerman

Mistakes are made so what does it really mean
It takes one way to finally get them clean
Lost potential, exponential rise of all the consequential things
That put me right back in my place
I always drank to please and thank you's, no surprise that my eyes sank too
Drawn by the beauty of your face

When you told me that you were going to leave
Since you knew that this place couldn't achieve
Satisfaction, laws attract them through the rules you can't attach them
To what I've tried so desperately
Your frozen posture, love we fostered, growing from the lonesome days and weeks to living our lives both separately

Oh it's a shame and yet we sit here acting awfully tame
Oh it's so sad, we'll never know what we could've had 'til it's gone

Though I know the words you wouldn't say
I know I'll say them for you anyway
The dawn will fade, shades of grey overtaken by what I've conveyed
And then I'll watch them fade away
Needing help but needing shelter from your caress while it swelters
Boiling down to this very day
But I could not express such times and given natures
From the comfort that you catered with words that sank into my heart
So put your hand in mine. This time could be our last one
Where we can sit and make the past ones seem like they're everything in between
This'll set the tone for when I'll be on my own
Like artifacts to which we'll never hone
I'll let go when I am at home where I'll be drinking alone.

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