The eyes that watch you,
are the eyes that trap you;
It’s never really the words that they say.
But, the depths of the real,
are always easier to feel,
when you’ve been to the bottom of the bay.
Except, maybe, I suppose, it really is only inevitable
that you would have to drown before you can burn.
And, sometimes in the middle of a particularly fierce goodbye
Is the feeling that you can never return.
The last edge of the sky I captured
was a special shade of you
and it’s the only color left that I can see
Everything else is in tones
of gray and blue
and violent streaks of someone who used to be me.
And I say this out of nothing, but the deepest respect
Turn around, babe, and walk out of my way.
You’ve proved your case, and made your point.
There’s really no reason for you to stay.