| I used to listen to my life,
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| I was so put together,
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| I chose what I wanted to be in that age of chasing sand,
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| the age of believing in everything,
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| but I couldn’t save you,
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| I couldn’t save what was taken away,
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| and I’m still singing, and you still can’t stay.
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| You «loved life,"and those words have lasted,
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| I just wish I would have had ears for more than what you said
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| because I still feel the lack long after.
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| Such a light body, such a quiet gait leaving behind the weight of the world,
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| I’ll always think it was too early to lose your shine,
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| I guess the means that ends us means nothing,
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| I just hope it’s the peace we all need,
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| Because I could love and drown in your God damned smile lines,
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| but I think I burnt up watching you rallying to stay alive,
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| and I guess that’s fine.
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| It seems we all get sick,
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| we all die in some no name hospital with the same colored walls,
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| and I guess that’s fine,
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| but I want to swallow, I want to stomach, I want to live.
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| It’s been a rough while and some days are worse than others,
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| there’s no proper way to feel, no mirth, no levity, no amazing grace,
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| just a flame on a lake floating away,
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| I can’t let you lay,
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| I want you to know, I’m learning patience against my will,
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| I want you to know, I’ll get by, always barely scraping
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| with just a hunger, with just a heart apart,
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| it’s a hell of a thing. |