I'd scream if I thought screaming would wake you up. I'd punch you if I thought you'd feel my touch. But you just hold your tongue like it's a crutch… you're a liar. I wish you'd start a fight or slam a door. At least a loss would mean there'd been a war, but this just feels like falling with no floor… from a wire
So I will come back when you come back, and I will hold on to your pieces, but I'm leaving
This city eats the dead before they're gone. It singles out the wounded with no home, and teeth grow taller when you're all alone… I'm trying not to feed it. So throw another dish across this room and throw another fist against this tomb, or scream until your words have all run through… If you think I need it.
But I will come back if you come back. And I will hold on to the pieces that you're leaving I will come back when you come back (3x) ... but I'm leaving.