Time Machines

If I was awake
when I started
I will be sleeping
when it's over
And you'll take me down
to the river
and hurt me
with your armour
I cast aside
the wayward love
in order to find
a new one
but the more I try
to say goodbye
to a life
I might have wanted
I cling to the residue
of a faded memory
and the hope of
resurrection

It's too late for me,
they haven't invented
time machines
but not too late to be
more than you might have been
with me.