Restless wind covering my entire being
A dark shadow taking a seat next to me
Reads an excerpt from a book I'll never write
Don't think for me, I know who I am
When time asks me how it's been
I'll humbly reply, you were good for my heart
But often I begin to wonder
Could this really be all I had to give
Of course it is, and even if it wasn't enough
It was to me

When is it okay to stop feeling
Letting numbness take its course
And watching sentiment pass by
Rage I will not miss
Disturbance begs to be replaced
I give into fervor time and time again
Nothing seems to catch me
Except for the salty rain who invites itself
Don't compare it to anything great
It's more of a comedy than anything