I used to listen to my life, I was so put together, I chose what I wanted to be in that age of chasing sand, the age of believing in everything, but I couldn't save you, I couldn't save what was taken away, and I'm still singing, and you still can't stay. You "loved life," and those words have lasted, I just wish I would have had ears for more than what you said because I still feel the lack long after. Such a light body, such a quiet gait leaving behind the weight of the world, I'll always think it was too early to lose your shine, I guess the means that ends us means nothing, I just hope it's the peace we all need, Because I could love and drown in your God damned smile lines, but I think I burnt up watching you rallying to stay alive, and I guess that's fine. It seems we all get sick, we all die in some no name hospital with the same colored walls, and I guess that's fine, but I want to swallow, I want to stomach, I want to live. It's been a rough while and some days are worse than others, there's no proper way to feel, no mirth, no levity, no amazing grace, just a flame on a lake floating away, I can't let you lay, I want you to know, I'm learning patience against my will, I want you to know, I'll get by, always barely scraping with just a hunger, with just a heart apart, it's a hell of a thing.