Tracing along the rough edges of this lifeline
A map that shows the places he has been
Halfway through there is a break in time
But you can tell he’s been through worse

Fingers tracing the rough spots on hands
Pausing for a moment in the sad places
Uncharted territory
A discussion we will never have

Wild eyes in an empty room
Finding serenity in the cool
Deep dark blue
The water begins to boil.

Moments spent alone
In places that are filled
With all of our closest friends
A discussion we will never have.