The Specter

I saw you sitting in a hot tub with what might have been
And the ever sexy someday. The foxy promises in their eyes
You’re cheating on your wife, right now
With a hot present that will never arrive
And then we see the the specter of death yawn
He’s too bored by us to take us with him to the beyond
He dresses as he does in black and rags to avoid being sighted
He is off to saunter through eternity and we are not invited, yet
I caught you holding hour own mind at gunpoint
Trying to come away with something brilliant
But a mind will learn what it lives
If it’s only known torture that is all it can give
Then we see the specter of death yawn
He’s too bored by us to take us with him to the beyond
Every day I wake up one less day I wake up
My love is a dark place, frequented most frequently by my fantasies
Inverted positions without your permissions
I bring you here into my mind to do the things I’ll never try
Then we see the specter of death yawn