4. BACKDRIFT (Honeymoon is Over.)
We're rotten fruit
We're damaged goods
What the hell
We got nothing more to lose
One gust & we
Will probably crumble
We're backdrifters.
This far but no further
I'm hanging off a branch
I'm teetering on the brink
Oh Honeysweet
So full of sleep
I'm backsliding.
You fell into our arms
We tried
But there was nothing
We could do
All evidence has been buried
All tapes have been erased
But your footprints
Give you away so
You're backtracking
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