She won’t even take my calls Ezra Bell

Who is in charge her, I feel compelled to ask
Why do the ones that I love never do love me back
Why do the ones that hold me dear I leave back there for last
You think that things might change
I fear the die’s been cast, my dear the die’s been cast

But I want for you to know that
There is more to us than this
And having come too far to go back
Let me tell it like it is

There was the briefest of windows
Where you made my hands feel so big
I knew I did not deserve it, but you swore to god that I did
You were crossing your finger, you bare back bathed in the bright
I knew what I was in for, I hate so to always be right
Hate so to always be right

But I want for you to know that
There is more to us than this
And having come too far to go back
Let me tell it like it is

How I rise, bereft, come on here
Of that feeling which won’t be named
(feeling which won’t be named)
It’s that vile, insatiable courage
That visits but never remains