When you go without goodbye
I wonder whose bed you’re in tonight
Alone with thoughts, coming unhinged
Like my sanity is slowly wearing thin

It’s never safe
Getting burned by flame
Just a risk I’d take
To burn brightly

Wrapped up in chain mail
With pride that never fails
One step forward, two steps back
So careful to not fall of this track

It’s a beautiful day for a funeral / To bury all these thoughts of hers six feet below / A flower on the coffin that cased her heart / A hymn for the ending that barely had a start

Playing in the ashes of the past / Mourning over things that didn’t last / Tracing memories with fingertips / Fearfully white knuckled grip

When you let go and give in to the fall / Searching in vein to make sense of it all / and if this is what it’s like to be alone / I’ll forgo the battle of making my way home

It’s comfortable in this dead air / Comfortable with the familiarity here / In this silence I can finally hear my thoughts / Drinking it in like it’s all we’ve got

Sometimes, before you [used to] skype me, I’d run and go put some make-up on to make sure I look pretty when you see me. Just like I used to in the airport right after I’d land, before I met you at baggage claim. It was mostly carousel 8, sometimes 9. Sometimes.