i can't cry you a river,
i don't have that many tears left to give,
but i can cry you a poem.
i can sift through our memories
drown in our old love,
and cry because it's all gone.
i don't have that many tears left to give,
but i can cry you a poem.
i still have words
and rhymes and
way too much time.
i don't have that many tears left to give,
but i can cry you a poem.
i can take you back to the old days,
love letters and lip gloss
and sweet innocence.
i don't have that many tears left to give,
but i can cry you a poem.
maybe not a sonnet,
and i can't sing, so it won't be a song,
but it'll remind you of spring and summer and good.
i don't have that many tears left to give,
but i can cry you a poem.
a poem that i can throw in your face,
to make you regret the fights,
the cold, the shattered pieces of me.

i don't have that many tears left to give,
because i cried them all that night.