The Beggar

I once was rich

Rich off of you

Consuming all of you

Having all of you

My full course meal

Now, I get only part of you

And at first, I was mad

But now I find myself even begging for anything that could possible be left for me

Now I find myself even content with the scraps

Hell, I just want to eat


The Green Light at the End of the Deck

When I see you I see us

I see you so lost in love with me and I with you

That we cannot see anyone else

I see us picking up where we left off before things turned horrid

Back on Repecho

I see us making money




Are these things we can look forward to, or are they already behind us?