In the grave there is a whisper
I thought I’d finally speak aloud
For the sake of one sole listener
Who never made me proud
Underneath the stiff church seats
Someone beats a heavy drum
I was silent when you stomped your feet
And left me feeling numb
I took every shot I thought I deserved
And tried my best to be
The water that you walked on
The poison that you bleed
Like a starved man, I'd chew
The harsh regret between my teeth
Until the belly fills with rue
And really, I’m still hungry
And at the end of it all I’m still afraid
That living souls will speak my name
That I will meet my maker when
The last of love inside me ends
And then there is the lingering fear
That I was never worth your tears
You’ll cry and bellow out my name
And never know I cry the same
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC
In the grave there is a whisper
I thought I’d finally speak aloud
For the sake of one sole listener
Who never made me proud
Underneath the stiff church seats
Someone beats a heavy drum
I was silent when you stomped your feet
And left me feeling numb
I took every shot I thought I deserved
And tried my best to be
The water that you walked on
The poison that you bleed
Like a starved man, I'd chew
The harsh regret between my teeth
Until the belly fills with rue
And really, I’m still hungry
And at the end of it all I’m still afraid
That living souls will speak my name
That I will meet my maker when
The last of love inside me ends
And then there is the lingering fear
That I was never worth your tears
You’ll cry and bellow out my name
And never know I cry the same
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