Time butcher

Words by Bryon Bowers

The butcher of time woke up next to you light peeking’ through curtains drawn Pouncing on your every ounce you were a swift kick to my head always starting with a happy thrill then ending with a goodbye dread why did you have to crawl into this head wasn’t there another one more spacious with a working revolving door for your hello smiles and those goodbye eyes [chorus] fig newtons overpriced miniwines carried us through to the other side all night on the carrossell with the road runner herself…. with her smiling hellos and her goodbye eyes I know I invited you in but you overstayed your welcome then you left too soon I am the anvil in your cartoon the endless tunnel painted on the mountain side I'm good at hellos You’re shitty at goodbyes how about next time I say hello Instead of that smile… you show me those goodbye eyes… [chorus] fig newtons overpriced miniwines carried us through to the other side all night on the carrossell with the road runner herself…. with her smiling hellos and her goodbye eyes moment in time frozen on a slab cut up dissected by me the butcher of time here for his pound of flesh what could I have done? what more could I have been? should I have spoken less? and kept it all in been a stoic let my romantic ideals lay dormant in my childish mind should have played it cool could have lasted forever maybe… the butcher of time is dumb and cruel and should go back into his time cage he should disappear from the world or at least lighten up a bit… loosen up his chain… eat some gummies and take a nap… [chorus] fig newtons overpriced miniwines carried us through to the other side all night on the carrossell with the road runner herself…. with her smiling hellos and her goodbye eyes

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