Last Thing - Ephemera

The last thing I would do 
Always comes first to you
Joy is a life of compromises
Sometimes hard to say 
Sometimes, like today
Truth is the daddy of surprises

‘Oh yes I’m doing fine’ 
Didn’t I tell you I’ve surely had a better time 
Your eyes still melt me down 
Like a daffodil 
Trampled on

Is it quite okay 
To turn the other way 
To avoid hi-bye-conversations
I can’t deny that I 
Sometimes tell a lie 
To avoid awkward situations

When autumn comes in july 
Leaving me sleeping 
Without goodbye