Forem & Semper.

An ending.
A final stance, without hopes of a sequel.
Not that I was worthy of more than a chapter in your book,
Or maybe it was the other way around.
I suppose I'm reading this story backwards.
Not that I'm illiterate, baby, you're just a poor writer.

It's odd that you believe in karma, I'd laugh if I had a heart.
It's not like the universe owes you anything.
If it did exist, I'd be draped in gold with eloquent things.
But that's never what I wanted.

I could've warned you of this, but what difference would it have made?
Boy chases Ghost, but you can't catch what isn't there.
You can't chase what was never yours to begin with.

All the sunsets can't save you now.