Goners

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