Small

Show me all the good lies
What you keep up locked inside
In a small afraid moment
Appetite finally waning

Come by any time
Took the last one when you looked away

Cycles of thoughts
Tumbling in
In a bitter automatic
Code
So right
But so unkind

Cycles of thoughts tumbling in
In a bitter automatic
Code
So right
But so unkind

Finally, it's over
I can only offer you my condolences
The more you were asking for it
The less tragic it is

Then I know it's over
All we're left with are condolences
The more you were asking for it
The less tragic it is