What is this place that I live?
You don’t know the half of it
Why did she leave it all to me?
Just hold it all down, they say
I’m asking for more than I could ever deserve
The smiles, the laughter, they ran along behind her
Quiet footsteps, they’re cold now
It’s been three years or so and still
I can’t comprehend it
This blue that’s left behind
Was I ever the fighting one?
I couldn’t say that I feel that way
I am only the healing one
Holding my own hand
With shaking arms
We jumped into the water off Rosebud pier
Two thousand and ten in the summer
A fleeting memory lost to the wind
Just a picture held in a photo book
The small boy under the tree
Circa nineteen sixty three
Sure he’d be glad to see you and me
The white noise here reminds me that
Your footsteps, are cold now
It’s been three years or so and still
I can’t comprehend it
This blue that’s left behind
Will the tears come to the surface
Now that I’m sucked dry
An empty shell
I’ve got a piece of my heart
Thrown up, spat out into the dark
