Howard Morton

Had my doubts
Scenery changes
Sunset triggery
Unfortunate shoes

Anyone would be a fool to believe you
I called you back when i really needed sleep
It’s not your fault that you tried
In fact I blame the day for all the light it gave

As we’re staring at the landslide
Taking with it parts of sky
For a moment I thought I saw you, in the line of fire
Someone else’s imagination
Must have brought me to your store
I wrote my name upon your eyeball
Though which you moved on you see through

I know you want me to turn myself inside out
But I can’t
I know you want me to be a better man
Not a chance
I’m sure you wish that I could love you more
Does the moon make you jealous
You and I both know that I just don’t stand a chance
It’s you or them and it’s graveyard
Only you I see in the Halloween dream
Cause we’re running out of silver bullets