Last of All

And when you scrape the sounds of lust
On the radio on the bus
When it seeps in the crack of seals
I will find the leaving wheels
All the days that you crossed my path
That is what you'll remember last of all
When you walk into the door
Crashing on the bedroom floor
That you fell to the tune
Of my conscience by the moon
All the times that you blocked my path
This is what you deserve the least of all
When the wind blows into your veins
Will they flow as they did the same
As you listen to every taste
Does it hurt us to see them waste?
All the years that I walked the path
They are what I wanted last of all