I've tried to write these words
Four times too many
But here: I tried my worst
Can't think of anything
To put in the postscript
And bury beneath its hollow notes.

I've racked through my brains
Until they were broken
I can't trust my own name
Or the things I've spoken
To send you the right way
Won't let another stray like me.

I can't keep my throat open,
It's closing up,
And I can't stop thinking,
It's not enough
To sing when I'm screaming
At nightmares I'm dreaming might go.

I can't offer you much
But angry souls,
And I know that won't mean much
When I'm gone
But you will keep living
The path you believe in
And that's okay.

So here's my take: empty words
Let you be my epilogue.