Wake me, only as you drift into the cavities
And leave nothing behind to remind me
That we were never really that involved
The pictures bear no resemblance at all
To think, I promised everything I had to give
Only now to pretend I can't hear you leave
And I don't know what words to say
Before the door closes all the way
Wake me, I used to cry beneath your star
Without the slightest idea of who you are
And everything is doused and so pent up
Ready to burn at the sound of a pin drop
So if you stay, stay as frozen as the lake
Where no sane man would dare to tread
And stay as absent as the winter's grace
Till fall paints everything a fitting gray
Love is the sound of a softly shut door
A whispered "don't call me anymore"
(for a friend)
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