12. The Last Living Man

I would never leave another word for you to read
unless I thought you would know

I could never write another note for you to find
unless I thought it meant the most
unless I thought it meant the most

Long long gaps in time
the snow is cold so why aren’t I
And far far beyond
where you could belong
and seasons will change
but its always the same
And late late at night
I will confide
in the last man left alive

I would never breathe another breath unless you need
something warm to fill your lungs

I could never bleed another false dreamed memory
unless I thought it meant the most
unless I thought it meant the most

Long long gaps in time
the snow is cold so why aren’t I
And far far beyond
where you could belong
and seasons change
but its always the same
And late late at night
I will confide
in the last man left alive

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