I I showed up on your doorstep Last night With my heart Filling the cracks in my teeth My fingers Were restless in my hair— Threading through those inside thoughts We don't talk about We sat in your breezeway Locking our mouths Hoping it gets better But does it ever get better? “It's a nice night to die.” We both held our eyes in the dimness Latticing our frozen bottles And frozen dreams The clouds masked the stars And the gas we had left Wouldn't take us Past Montpelier The last thing I wanted you to know Was that I didn't Want to see you go II I woke up with the sun— Only half-dead On the inside— And I cried Cold and shaking On your kitchen floor With no place To hide My lungs still walked With an extra pace in their step And my heart still ached The same My lungs still walk With an extra pace in their step And I'm the one To blame