While you’re gone
I’ll teach the birds to sing
When every part of them is hurting
I’ll teach the wolves to howl
When they long for the moon at night
I’ll build buildings for the people
Who have no place to go
I’ll teach the flowers to grow
Sit in cold places with warmth far away
No longer in the back of my car
I’ll look into my room
And want to see you sitting at the edge of my bed
But you won’t be there
Maybe you’re in the colors
In the letters of these poems
The cover of my bed
The threads of the cloth in my car
Every now and then
it hits me that you’re so far
While you’re gone
I’ll teach the trees to grow strong
And the grass green
Build a home for me
On the corner of mind and mentality
Take the bottomless pits of envy and pride

The stubborn waves of wrong and right
The uselessness of hoping someone will change
When all they done is continually hurt the people who once cared deeply
because saying you're a good guy doesn't make you a good guy
I’ll take it and make it nothing but a distant memory
I’ll draw a line and pour gasoline over it
Light a match and watch it burn
Let go of the people who have hurt me
Give myself to someone who deserves it
Even if it takes a month
A year
I’ll tear myself to pieces
Skin to bone
For when you’re here
I can focus on what I truly want
To build a beginning with you