Belson The Miens Of An End Lyrics

The Miens Of An End Lyrics

I won’t say the words again.

Even if I mean to.

I think I’d rather
leave both our hands

Holding mixed opinions,

 Withholding lungs,
and unanswered questions.

It’s not a lack of cause that 

Calls for
a blank stare.

You use your tongue for all but talking;

I  won’t
say a thing of it.



I can’t get over this, so I’ll get over
you.

Division sits between us.

I’ve made the decision for you.



I’m not afraid to say you’re not 

The best thing to come my
way.

You were just the favorite.

You’re delicate,

And
desolate.

And I’ve grown weary.



Let’s let the bitter taste
linger 

A little longer now.

Give a year and see if there’s
change.

  I’ll let the bitter linger.



You were just the
favorite.

You are just a regret.