Left behind, her story's on the sidewalk it's a brief goodbye

An address in your hand

Notice me I'm kicking rocks toward loneliness

Begrudgingly packing up our things

You're leaving on a morning flight

Delayed night London taxi ride

So cold, your hands are turning blue

Asphyxiation formally conducts you past security

The passports are more with me than you

Pretty sure you'll need your cash and state ID



Rescue plan, I dialed out and copied you

Its 2 A.M., took a while to find the door

Suffering for all things fair

I made a case and climbed the stairs

I found you and the tenants fast asleep



You say you severed all contacts

The anguish, phone lines are down

But fear says without me you'd never make it off the ground



You say he's bridged every contact

The anguish, follow lines I've found

Are blindsided and embarrassed collecting the covers that make you out

With no time for thank yous now



A way to drift above us

While I provide a way out

Is this enough to make it

Am I enough to make it