I can't decide which is the instinct that will change this
Mid december driving home just after dark
Saw you glancing over at the lake house Christmas party
A foreign force, gone astray is peering through you
Shrugging with a smile just a stooge in the discord
Apparition at the far end of the courtyard
Rapping on the door, test my faith until the morning
Understand it's not the outcome that you wanted
No reign it's over
Lament a setting sun
Bemoan the haters
Trapped in the afterlife
