Frail and Demure

I count the ways in breath and though too hard too high to miss the mark let growth abate to stay afloat in ways I hope to miss the boat to carry on under the sun to sing what had yet been sung Just laugh at love with fake surprise until you really feel alive you trade passion for pennies and dream your awake like a snail crawling sadly on a salt covered lake To me you're just and epic score frail and demure again you ask to have some more it's such a boring, boring chore