“Tomorrow is another day
Another where you don’t stay
I’m fit to wander forever
Still with no good weather
A thermometer at 43
Not seeing a single bee
The few dragonflies that pass me by
Do nothing to stem my cries
While the evening becomes warm, my heart coldens
From all the grief I am holdin’
To sit across an ocean of lovers
And know you have another
To swim through the sea of doubt
With all the people you are about
Wondering if he’s the one
Who ended all our fun
Who conquered your heart willingly so
So I became the presumed foe
To be lied to about a “Scotsman”
No more real than a suburban fox glen
To see the seeds of doubt truly blossom
For my expulsion to be truly awesome
To fall apart at the gates of heaven
To never again accompany you to 7-Eleven
To see you finally have a bedfellow
I was never that mellow
It hurts my heart and fills it with woe
To see me become the one without glow
To hate upon your heart indeed
With true hate going upon me as lead
To be on the yoke of almighty hate
To pull against it to be truly great
To loosen my bounds and visit the lord
For he never has me bored
To never put the yoke on again
To see you in that fox’s glen
To smoke away, from afar
You have become my only scar
To stand next to the lord and be low
For I love you as a bro
Fraternal love, I say it so
For I now know I was the true foe
To have my heart having lust
Perhaps it was fair to turn it to dust
While I judge you from that bar
There is no hatred from the pain
I would do it again and again
But only if it meant my gain”