My words hold water like hands hold raindrops, I've dripped through the ceiling and down through the cracks of the floor
Drenched by a thought
That I've lost my faith in God. I still hide underneath umbrellas in hoping the sky doesn't see me there, but that sounds like
Faith to me
There was a time, I wasn't so easily distracted, but now I can't tell if I've been faithful or naive
I still don't like the feeling
I stood in front of you but to you I was background music, in another room on the telephone you were saddened
I couldn't believe how fragile we can be and how stubbornly we can pretend everything is alright
I would do anything to give her words. If God could only see to use her instead of me, I would go to him and bleed myself clean
I would apologize for wasting his time. I would apologize for wasting my life
And when the whole world asks, why I never called them back, they will point their crooked fingers to you
And I will wish I would have one more moment to say, "It's all my fault."
It's one am, she is still alive inside her body somewhere, fill her veins with tubes, read her a book and lay beside
Do you ever lie awake at night because daylight is such a burden sometimes? So many people to please and no soul in your bones to
Keep their glasses full. I wonder why beautiful days always end in rain, or why a crow carries death like a worm to the nest, I protest
It's all the same