Writer

I am your writer who bleeds indecision
Your lover, your waiter, your saddest edition
Your fighter, your taker, your old patience breaker
Your mover, your shaker

The one who can make you feel like a giant in the morning
And so little by noon
First you're drowning in sunrise, then you're frozen on the moon
Oh baby, I'll promise that I'll never change
Hell, I'll tell you I will, but I'll still stay the same

And I'll pray to the angels that you'll see the signs
And they'll glow like a warning, and shine through the wine
And they'll scream through the ecstasy
And howl through the snow
And I'll hand ya my ganja and off I will go

And then I'll be a memory of your dodgy decisions
Your ex, your old sex, your old weathered tradition
And you'll no longer kiss me or hate me, and miss me
Or have to defend me or teach me, or risk me

The one who reminds you of stark imperfection
And how when you want to, you can change direction
Oh baby, when I call you saying that I've changed
Don't believe a word 'cause I'll still be the same

And I'll pray to the angels and beg them to hear me
That despite how I'd like it, that you won't come near me
And I'll dream of the ecstasy I used to feel
From the startling surprise to the sweet slow reveal
And how I understand you, now that I've lost you
And I wanna thank you for all that it's cost you
For being the most beautiful part of my life

And for holding me close and wiping my cheek
And slapping me up when I get too weak
And for touching my skin and biting my lip
And spitting me out and breathing me in
And telling me that everything's gonna be alright

So now I guess that it ends, baby
So good luck, thank you and good night