| So here I am once again writing to your my dear |
| I just need a way you can’t talk back your point of view |
| Searching for words, erasing the slurs |
| I’m waiting in an aged café where I sought shelter from the pouring rain |
| With nobody to meet I sit and think |
| Contradicting what I once thought was perfect |
| My mind is racing but I can’t stop writing |
| Every time a draft is done I start back at square one |
| You’re my inspiration |
| My poetic license |
| You kept me sane with these pages |
| I’d rather write it than say it |
| I’ve got everything I need |
| Isolation it seems |
| You find that hard to believe but I’m writing history |
| I don’t want to specify a single thing; I’m gone |
| I don’t want to reminisce about the things you’ve done |
| Tuned into nothing the radio sounds |
| As I try to wrap my head around these coffee stains and off set lines |
| Just let me go |
| I need this more than you know |
| So fuck it, let me go You’re over-thinking everything just like me Blindly pacing back and forth for answers you’ll never see |
| You’re my inspiration |
| My poetic license |
| You kept me sane with these pages |
| I’d rather write it than say it |
| I’ve got everything I need |
| Isolation it seems |
| You find that hard to believe but I’m writing history |
| With a stone in hand and a letter to say farewell |
| It’s time I disappeared |
| I’ll tie these words to the cobblestone |
| With a stone in hand and letter to say farewell |
| I’ll make these world my own as I tie these words to the cobblestone |
| When you’re a sinking ship you take every moment to breathe |
| You’re just a ghost of a ghost |
| A soul that’s lost at sea |
| Dear significant other |
| This letter’s for you |
| Fuck you and everything you put me through |
| So read it once, read it slow |
| This was never meant to be Signed sincerely me |