The Gods Had Other Plans
I remember smoke in your lungs
And the way you made
Bad habits
Look so cool
I remember parties at midnight
With alcohol in your veins
And that gleam in your eye
Nothing could hurt you that night
And maybe I was wrong
Because the gods had other plans
And you were a part of them
– I spoke to angels every night in hopes they could bring you back. But the gods have their plans and I’m not a part of them.
