Cut my losses clean Think I'm on the brink now I started something, now I started something, I don't Understand The parlance of fate The usual way The semblance of faith The waxing again The cresting of moon You're frozen in place You're growing in frame You're broken in shame It's showing again Another year gone Another year wasted Enfulged to the dark There's snow in the yard The scratch to the skin The winter fire Burned much louder When you were young Don't know why I've been so interested in the endings Don't take afront, now, it's not from a nefarious place Just seems like time slipping away Yes I think I'm on the brink of something Let it eat me alive Consumed whole in the fire