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what was once so real now doesn't even exist. and now the memories are going, so just the feelings persist. and what thoughts come back i sometimes try to resist. the last of your strength fell apart first in your fist. |
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and i had no idea i had any ideas. sometimes i think |
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i've never thought about anything. |
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it was warm when you held me, when you dropped down beside me. but i saw your face turn to powder in a year. |
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and did it do any good to have anyone tell you that things weren't as bad as they had actually become? |
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and did it make things worse when you hand was held. it was the best for everyone but you. |
