I shut you out of my life as a last effort,
Some sort of dead man’s hand,
Now we don’t speak,
Now I write all the things I wish I could say to you here,
And hope maybe, you’ll see them,
And maybe you’ll read them in my voice,
And for just a second,
I’ll occupy your thoughts,
And you’ll think back to all the good times,
The way I do so often.
Jun 28, 2023
Jun 28, 2023 at 10:59 AM UTC
I shut you out of my life as a last effort,
Some sort of dead man’s hand,
Now we don’t speak,
Now I write all the things I wish I could say to you here,
And hope maybe, you’ll see them,
And maybe you’ll read them in my voice,
And for just a second,
I’ll occupy your thoughts,
And you’ll think back to all the good times,
The way I do so often.
Picking the scabs off of old wounds, just for the thrill.
