In Fear Of Finale

I’m not afraid,
I’m not afraid to admit
That I’m terrified
Scared-scared to death of the end
When the finale comes and takes my breath away
And leaves me wanting more
The black swallows me whole
Swallows me alone
But with the confidence of a death bed at least
I refuse to let go
Why
Why are you waiting for heaven
To find you
Why do you die
I say let’s get busy living
Or get busy writing
All the passions in the first draft anyway
All alone, that’s how we’re rushing in
I just assumed I’d see my
I’d see myself out while I’m hear
I’ll pour myself a drink
And just get used to the room, get used to the
After all its not where you are
Its who your with finding peace
Peace and companion and
It’s not the sand it’s the mate
A life without love is a life that’s destitute
Why
Why are you waiting for ghosts
To drag you
Into the light
I say let’s get busy living
Or get busy writing
There’s no passion in revision didn’t you know
All alone
The black swallows me whole
Swallows me alone
But with the arrogance of a death bed at least
I refuse to let go
Why
Why are you waiting for heaven
To find you
Why
Why are you waiting for heaven
To find you
Why do you die
I say let’s get busy living
Or get busy writing
All the passions in the first draft anyway