Just for a day, just let the light in
Don’t have to ask it to stay
Don’t have to let it win
But I just can’t give in
‘cause I’m tied to the melancholy
The dark isn't stupid.
It's not often tricked and cannot be permanently kept under reigns
But words can touch it and change it for minutes on end or soften its glare
like a song
there’s this ache that permeates my days.
in rainy weather, sunny skies
pizza parties, long work nights
there’s an ache that won’t be satisfied by
anything but the draw of the past.
Coming back to who I am
is a task I find quite difficult
I’m not quite sure who I’ve become
while waiting for the enemy
of Time’s fool.
Miss your hands on my piano
Miss your mouth on my coffee cups
Miss your head on my pillow
Miss your spills on my counter tops
a dying rose in an empty vase
an empty ship in a cruel sea
sleek white paint on a sheet of paper
a hollow knock on a hollow door.
Never mind the pale white skin
you will find
wrinkled and lifeless
open glazed eyes
staring up at the sun
I topple from my throne but once
to seize you by the throat
When you but say the truth in all simplicity
all the truth and all the wrongs
all wrapped up in me.
but in the end, I’ve found
out who I am
maybe I am misunderstood
maybe that’s the 1% of me that I’ll allow
to deal blame
but in the end, the essence of
everything I am
and I would ignore
the gaping wound in my chest, I let it pour
‘til I was too weak, weak and ashamed
for you to stay.