“so…how long do I have to be in my head for this one?…oh, alright. that doesn’t help at all.”

I guess you never asked for it, or even stuck around to find out

how you brought me to my knees only to make me fall apart

how obscene to want to be seen

after years spent watching over you

opening all the doors you closed on me silently

making mistakes like you made our bed

and tucked me in like your long-lost child

how long I waited in the middle of it all, the walls crumbling

the ceiling pushing down, sitting on my chest

every gasp forced into empty song you’d never play to me

your other foot already across the threshold

you made a slow disaster out of me

what of this disappointment? what of the echoes in my head?

you don’t pack those up

erase, erase

slam down on the backspace

turning over a brand new page

no lines you left to retrace

when did this become a wild goose chase?

I turn people around and see blank faces

I drain my veins and lay to waste

draw the curtains

dim the lights

goodbye.