We can't afford to be sad again this hour, darling
It's too late and you're already so tired
Already so half.

Why, you say you miss him and your bones begin like they're cracking
Your eyes, I mean those holes! They are already empty vessels, sweety.
As empty as any other star that has had its day
Are you becoming a black hole?
Or are you just another history album, showing photos after photos of the same old wreckage

I can't bear to see that, sweety, I can't tell you how it spikes into me. This grey gleam. This scarred self of yours.

We can't afford to be sad at this hour, darling, or I would've certainly showed you something. Might've sung a song, maybe.
But right now it reminds me of your voice that held heavens up in rapture.
Right now I can only think of your laughter that I cannot listen to, anymore.
Your silence. It's already biting into you but you won't know!

So we can't be sad again, you see.