The trees are letting the dead things go
And I miss you more than you'll ever know
Crunchy leaves beneath my feet
But I still don't feel complete
Icy windows glistening in the dark
Cold and frozen like your heart
I love you but I don't like you a lot
I've written a list of the things you're not:
Patient, funny, wise or kind
Clever, caring, tactful or mine.
Spread my branches and get rid of the old,
This is the last lie from you I'm going to be told.