Taking cover here in these walls,
remembering the reasons I took these falls
staring at photographs with memories stapled to the sides
wondering when this is over where there will be to hide
Hanging on a threshold feeling too tired to care
I look around this room and wonder if you were ever there
would your bones have to break for you to remember?
it's okay, cut loose, I'll see you in September
Smoke in our eyes, maybe we never saw
all the wrongs that were there before
dreams seem to leave this room and leave me alone
I'm wishing too much, I'm arresting my phone
words may escape these moments we'r not sharing
because your presence isn't up for caring
shadows are filling my room but
how can i ever say you left too soon?
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