Málaga

Our asccent, my decline
Is there a hope?
Which we can share
You wax but I wane
The moon was full
In the south of Spain
Where you went away
So opulent
So beautiful inside alive
With such young decadence
Existing to fulfill your cause
Finish me up, put me in
Dragging under repugnant and soiled
You wax and I wane
The moon was fucking full
I’ve seen it in the south of Spain
Where you went away so opulent
And refined ourselves to indifference
While I lay here for a return
Pushing down all of these burdens
And I’m hammering my thoughts
The nail’s so deep
To dislodge