End Game

Look at me now
Never thought I’d be here
What was I thinking, what have I left undone, unspoken
Look at me, I feel a little helpless
Like a beetle on its back
Look at you
Looking down at me
wasn’t meant to happen like this
I need more time to set things right
Not ready to think these things in the middle of the night
Life seems never ending, until it’s ending
Finite, sight unseen — we choose the path we walk
But is it meant to happen like this?
Do we need more time to set things right?
Are we ever prepared inside to say goodbye?
Look at the beetle on its back
Look at you now
I never thought I’d see you here
How did I outlive you
I couldn’t see us apart, us broken
«The quality of your pain?» you said is deep inside your heart
It wasn’t meant to happen like this
I need more time to set things right
Not ready to think these thoughts in the middle of the night
Is this right, that this really is the end
End game
It wasn’t meant to happen like this
I need more time to set things right
And angels come in many guises to guide us
End game