mourning in the confines of your room by yourself. 

reminded by the bulk of every memoir by yourself. 

clearing out the storage spaces all by yourself. 

remembering the way it always was by yourself. 



if I could pull my thoughts together 

I could then shake the thought you might be still breathing 

others I haven't seen in months or years 

now are here under a dimming light of circumstance 



do you feel it's true that you're always the doomed 

with this migraine, my gain will fade 



Real soon we'll be alright

Real soon just hold on tight

Release you



you're against the grain in the painting of a world 

you don't speak a sound or walk around here anymore 

full of silent expectations no one could have known 

so how would I? 



trying to find something 

looking for a whole lot of nothing 

and then you found me at your door

full of silent expectations no one could have known

so how would I? 



No two reasons

They're good reasons

Why'd you have to die but leave a hundred alibies

Cause no one is surprised



No two reasons

They're good reasons

Why

Release you away



Trying to find a whole lot of nothing

and then you found me