You know I’ve spent a good few years Just thinking, drinking about you My head is filled with souvenirs I’m limping, beginning to undo The pieces of me Strung together Free the new me I dream of you when I’m bleeding out I’m veiny, I’m draining out and done I wonder if there’s a small amount In your heart, a part of you that loved Or if I was just another stain that made A decent bandaid I know it wasn’t the same for you The singing, the ringing in my ears I’ve done everything that I can do So I’m writing, pining ‘til I’m blue The seasons change Like us, like me And thus, ending Now there you are with a filled up arm With some pictures, scriptures on your shelf I always wished you would do no harm Insanely, and mainly to yourself But here we area stabbing lost crusade with no bandaids