Lefthanded Throwback

Rest assured I've taken a sacred

And to rest is to soak up a fragrance

And if I'm callous

What does it make you?

Wait for December

Justify assailance

It fuels me to calm

And I wish I could always be with you

As I wait for the saviour of now

Why did the material fray?

What couldn't be sewn back in place?

Why shoulder for you was always a burden

What's it like to be in there?