I'll never learn, I guess. 
It was a birth through burn before this ice in my chest. 
Ode to the ones that made, forgotten by us who changed. 
(And the pieces that fit together, they won't fall 
apart.) 
I thought you knew how to walk but you don't talk and I 
don't talk. 
I guess I became the worst. 
Would have thought you went first. 
But I couldn't stop. 
So stubborn, running in the rain. 
But who the fuck are they to say? 
Please let the dogs in, okay. 
No shame, no remorse. 
Further your fucked up way of saying I miss you. 
I'm not saying that.