Farewell I want that cold morning again A tired breath I kept and when That body left its print here Just a memory from this time Last year We spoke a similar language For physical conversation Another one Of your broken men The touch of that salty tongue Opened up my wound Please don't wake up there You took me back far too soon Forgive me please I know not what I do But there are times when She'll always look like you That body left its print here That body left its print here I've been planting your flowers And painting your nails red Talking to friends and family With all the empty things They've said What we had in the evening When I touch your cold skin They want to know who you Write to With that sadly placed pen Another one of your broken men