Tongue tied…

Always hated them ties.
No knots.
Not knots.
Do knots.
Do nots.
Donuts.
Doughnuts?
Donoughts?
Always feel tied when forced to wear ties.
And feeling tied makes me feel tired.
Tongue-tied sometimes.

The fall that breaks your bed,

turns showers of sunlight to hours of hindsight instead.

You sigh, you shake your head,

we did what they asked us, but time drifted past I'm afraid.

But I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired of being tongue tied.

If we can make it through tonight girl,

I know I won't be alone again.

If we can make it through this night girl,

I know I won't be alone again.

But I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired of being tongue tied.

If I don't let you go tonight girl,

I know I won't be alone again.

My lips are dry your grip is tight girl,

but I know I won't sing this song again.

But I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired of being tongue tied.

I know these wrongs don't make it right girl,

but I know I will look on and admire.

So I will watch you here tonight girl,

brighter and more like the embers of our fire.

But I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired of being tongue tied.

So lately I've been working on this song of mine.

You sigh, you shake your hair,

but showers of sunlight turn hours of hindsight instead.

The fall that breaks your bed,

we did what they asked us, but time drifted past I'm afraid.

But I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired of being tongue tied

Iwan Rheon

Oh, how we loved to hate you. R.I.P. Ramsey Bolton.
Rest in pieces?