Hang on the walls in an old white picture frame
Sun from the morning seems to call your name
Light sing down the hall, though I’m not sure how you came
I’m not bleeding anymore
We can make love on the floor
I hear you weeping through the door,
And I’m not sure what I wanted you for
Sleep through the morning & don’t show me your eyes
Stains on the bed sheets seem to sever the ties
Keep the tears from forming at the edge of our compromise
I’m not screaming your name
Visions of your art will remain
I’ve stopped believing in the game
I’m sorry for my part in making you cry just the same
I’m not leaving too soon
I’m not sure what I’m clinging to
I’m not breathing like I used to
Things haven’t gone quite as I expected from you
Music