here i am again
trying to write something down
that makes sense
when nothing seems to make sense
i can't quite remember when it used to
an old friend killed herself three nights ago
and i still can't think of much else
than the time she wrote me
asking me if she could use one of my simple songs
to help tell a story
or the time she started dating the man
who tried to date me
how silly life seems
right now
as i sit on a stranger's bed
writing out my failures
strung out before me
Brianna,
your voice haunts me
as you sing about heartbreak in a room with no walls
the space enveloped around you
i wish we had more time
i wish i could have told you more
more than anything, i wish i could have listened
to anything you wished to share
to everything you couldn't speak
i wish we had more time.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
here i am again
trying to write something down
that makes sense
when nothing seems to make sense
i can't quite remember when it used to
an old friend killed herself three nights ago
and i still can't think of much else
than the time she wrote me
asking me if she could use one of my simple songs
to help tell a story
or the time she started dating the man
who tried to date me
how silly life seems
right now
as i sit on a stranger's bed
writing out my failures
strung out before me
Brianna,
your voice haunts me
as you sing about heartbreak in a room with no walls
the space enveloped around you
i wish we had more time
i wish i could have told you more
more than anything, i wish i could have listened
to anything you wished to share
to everything you couldn't speak
i wish we had more time.
