While you were away
I wrote a song to tell you everything I always meant to say,
but I forgot to write it down,
so it joined you where you always are:
in memory, never quite off the ground.

Dreams of sleeping on the floor.
Point your finger north, remind me that it's all that I'm good for.
Always the same on the return:
projecting holograms from smoke
to sit and wait to watch it burn.

Have I broke your sense of shame?
Do you remember when she taught you all the letters in my name?
The way your lungs just rearrange
to spit some truth about a year
I wish I'd swore to never change?

"The greatest things are left unhad,"
she whispered quietly as I spit out, "I'm not doing so bad."
And I will lie and lie and lie and lie and lie and lie and lie
so I can stay.

I will
let you die.
I will
be the hand that take you
silent in the night.
I will
not
ask
why.

Today I lost another tie.
It must have slipped out in the morning with the color of your eyes.
I made a point to crack the doors,
and I'm learning arson, setting house fires
till there's nothing left here to ignore.

I bet you're lying on your bed
pushing away the trains we hid from that still found you in the end.
Please promise me you won't remember all those words I didn't say
so I won't stay.

I will
let you die.
I will
be the hand that take you
silent in the night.
I will
not
ask
why.

I will
let you die.
I will
be the hand that take you
silent in the night.
I will not ask why.

I will
help you die.
I will
wash my hands of you.
There will be no fight.
And please
don't
ask
why.

While you were away
I broke some words over my knee,
and I want so badly
to
feel
sorry.