LYRIC FOR SALE

By Peter Ronan

I stood on the bank and I watched you decide
Which version of sorry felt easiest tonight
You folded your promises starched them and pressed
Then laid them so carefully over my chest
I counted the stitches you tore when you left
Each thread was a morning I woke up bereft
And still still I kept the last piece in my hand
Like maybe the ruin could still understand

But love is not patient
And hope is not kind
When the clock has been screaming
And you are running out of time

The bridge is already burning my love
The timbers are glowing like blood from above
You can scream forgiveness you can swear you will return
But the rivers forgotten the way bridges burn
I am not asking for mercy I am not begging for air
I am just telling the fire you can not find me there
The bridge is already burning
and darling I lit the match

You said We are just children who made adult cries
As if growing older excuses the lies
I carved out my heart like a birthday surprise
And you thanked me politely then sharpened your knives
I am tired of haunting the rooms you once filled
Tired of echoes that bleed when they are killed
So take your tomorrows your maybe next year
I am done disappearing so you can stay here

Cause love is not patient
And grief is not blind
When the ashes are singing
They are singing goodbye

The bridge is already burning my love
The timbers are glowing like blood from above
You can scream forgiveness you can swear you will return
But the rivers forgotten the way bridges burn
I am not asking for mercy I am not begging for air
I am just telling the fire you can not find me there
The bridge is already burning
And darling I am finally free

So go build your castles on opposite shores
Collect all the pieces of girls you ignore
I will stay on this bank till the last ember fades
And smile at the smoke as it carries my name
The bridge
was already burning