Warning Signs

Take all the time that you want. 
I'll be right here.
Your stoic sense of relief.
For the heavy years.
And when it all comes undone.
We'll pull into place. 

But your love as much as it feels
Like a fortress, dear.
Can't help shaking the sense,
It's a souvenir.
I'll soon be left to recall,
In fondness and pain.

Because it all has a time and place. 
And we all got that figure to face.
Warning signs and it's spelt out in red.
Maybe I'm better off in the dread.
Maybe I'm better off in the dread.

Hang on, you're coming too close
To a burning room. 
And I love you too much, to see you consumed.
So please excuse me if I
Seem distant these days.

Sure you see kindness and peace,
But you should know.
There's something deep underneath,
I don't always show.
And on the loneliest nights,
It comes out to say:

That it all has a time and a place.
And we all got that figurative face.
Warning signs and it's spelt out in red.
Maybe I'm better off in the dread.

But this won't be the end to my truth.
At the edge of my mind on a noose. 
When this tattoo was a symbol in jest.
But now it's coming alive in my head -
That maybe I'm better off in the dread.

Maybe I'm better off in the dread.