As i was resting on her tummy , i felt the world swirl.
Tired from endless enigmas , i was playing with her curls.
A lot of time with pen and paper , but not so much to show.
I tried to tell my story , but it made me feel so low
There is time for repent , there is time to heal.
For the thoughts i send , would probably appeal.
I accused you for ambition , while i ruined my own.
Romancing my sunset and mocking your dawn.
Concerned with jacks drinking while i tried to drown my thirst.
At first i wanted to last , now at last will i be first.
There is time for repent.
