How could you think your work is done? My skull is soft My mouth a gun I gambled my youth And gathered my pride To launch in a lantern on the river where Jeff Buckley died. I did the strongest thing. I did the strongest thing. You can't feel past the ring. So you won't hear a word I sing. I'm not your son more like a sunset I'm not homeless Just haven't been home yet It's not as strange that you weren't around As it is that you think you were. I had half a world. You left a wolf in a house of girls. And when you wonder who I was You'll ask the god who separates us Your smile your words your laugh have cut my face in half. Your phone call is cancer salt on my slug heart you put shame in my wiring and spliced absence with art deep pockets for the new but for the old family you're broke You not so holy ghost / busted on both coasts. you played the over-eager Abraham you sacrificed your son before commanded your blind enthusiasm turns my faith to atheism you have no idea what I need and have no need to ask the god you believe in wouldn't let your indifference pa** But you... everything surrenders for you everything's "surrender" for you everything surrendered