The Moment You End

Holding over Heathrow I’m coded to the sound Half loaded and ready to blow Darcy came from Dublin a-tumbling Tricked me out Locked me up inside her jail Said we was running out of time Feel the Christmas angst in the traffic Profits infecting pornographic scars I remember when we were old friends holding on Pretending beginnings were ends Like we was running out of time Stoned engraving Glyptic in Chapstick Choking on the asphalt and plastic Feel the Christmas angst in the cold air Letting go I begin the moment you end