Funny how things change.Funny how things happen.Funny how people change.Funny how people happen.Funny how I wanted an ex.Yet go back to different one.Funny how you loved me.Yet you kiss another one.Funny how I'm not rude.Yet you are the opposite.Funny how I let it go.Yet you did the opposite.What was once.Is no longer.I lost my hunger.But tell me I wasn't in love.
He made a choice.One for himself not her.To give her peace.To give her meaning.Yet it was mistaken.You said I have an ego.Well this is honestly true.But, I have one.Based on what you do.I say fall for him.Because I'm not the best.But that's not enough.You want to hurt me.And sacrifice your happiness.Have you seen what I've done?I love you. From day one.
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
Dreams in the dusk,Only dreams closing the dayAnd with the day's close going backTo the gray things, the dark things.The far, deep things of dreamland.Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,Only the old remembered picturesOf lost days when the day's lossWrote in tears the heart's loss.Tears and loss and broken dreamsMay find your heart at dusk.
Take a hold nowOn the silver handles here,Six silver handles,One for each of his old pals.Take holdAnd lift him down the stairs.Put him on the rollersOver the floor of the hearse.Take him on the last haul,To the cold straight house.The level even house,To the last house of all.The dead say nothingAnd the dead know muchAnd the dead hold under their tonguesA locked-up story.