August from Samson by May Cassidy

I'd like to see what you think of me
In your infinite wisdom from the highest horse I've seen

What a pity to look at you now
You make me gaze as you fade into the creature you've become

My little Icarus you've called me in too late
I wish I had a liquid remedy
These things take time and you spent yours writing an epitaph
And you couldn't even finish that

I knew you when you were sharp at both ends
You worked well in the system but it killed you to stay in
It killed you to stay in

My little Icarus you were gone before we knew
I wish I'd called you once or twice
It's easy to save yourself on this side of the end
But that's no way to treat a friend

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• bedroom
• emo
• moody
• singer-songwriter
• Keene