ANA

I'm the wedding ring wrapped around your finger

And I'm expecting ANA will still linger long after

I'm gone

Resting heads in the bathroom beds

Feeling small, I can't recall

The last time I felt anything else at all

What could change in just eight days

Maybe it plays into itself and as the clock strikes thirty

I'm still learning that there's more to this than a tender kiss goodnight

Now I've lost my wings mid-flight