It goes...
Same things. To the letter
Doing better, but I still jump at your shadow
Like I'm mad, though I'm not
Well, maybe a little bit
Just because you left before we could fix this sh**
And now I'm stuck here wondering. Like the slight pause lightning thunder brings
But the echo of your flash last blinded me to thinking
Like a blinking bloodied horse
My legs long since plowed a course
Through a solipsistic nightmare
Where everyone was out for me like vultures
I sculptured masks to disguise the denial
And thrashed between blankets and top sheets
Casted you so discreetly as a monster that
Haunts early evening and ceilings above me
Stealing the light from the noon, f**, I was so wrong about you
Am I mocking the dead
Or just representing you as best I can?
I don't know
I miss you, man
Lately I've been wishing on lamp posts more than stars
Because the light from the cars keeps me small
Isn't it magnificent? We're all so insignificant
You make yourself and die with it
I missed your funeral
If anything, you taught me different ways to be
Made peace with an eternity I never saw
Sometimes, still, I choke it back
You went in sleep, already black
How you lay, I'll never know
Where do all our stories go?