all my miracles have come and gone
i'm left dusting the remains
of discarded love
corpses upon corpses
of summer nights that have drifted on,
and died

it stays light much longer now,
but my eyes are still blinded by
thick fog and low clouds
i like to call them my friends, from time to time
you left me burning down
to the filter

i am ashes now
on your neatly kept shelf
of all the hearts you half-saved
and left behind too soon.

you set me alight
but never put me out
i'm nothing but ashes to you now,
darling

my bones grew used to the pressure of travel
barometers lowering, heightening,
you never came to see me after all.

because she walked in
while i stuck around
the sound of your skin against hers
is echoing around my dreams
the sound
sends me
cringing

forget i ever happened
and i will too

to be pathetically honest
i don't know if i've got
a life worth living
without you