The Hour

Making plans for a future that
won’t come at all.
None of these angels will make up
for the loss that I’ve caused.
This time I’ll run from harm.
Remember me? Should have broken your fall.
If I could stop the clock, consider me.
I’ll play your part
Friends for a lifetime, lost at sea.
Sinking slow.
None of these angels will get home
until were close.
None of them ever, could make up
for the loss of you.