Don't leave me in this room 

The walls are closing in 

This is the space I used to say 

The line is drawn for you each day



But every day you show 

With sound of caving walls 

Some day this song will have no pulse 

And I'll cave alone

 

But there we are 

Waiting for your answer 

Your arms speeded elation 

Beating out your salvation 

But when the tape stopped you were gone



A half measure from home 

home, home



This week I recreate 

Edit you back into 

The blare that could define you 

Coveted by few who knew

 

The phone rings without pause 

This grief wills everyone 

All I have is our shitty song 

How could it ever be enough?

 

Here we are in our final accord 

A mortician and his tools 

Sonically bury you 

You could have chose another chord 

to resolve on

on, on