I think of the letters sent
To every family member and friend
It'll detail the love, or lack of, and lust
And how I'd had enough
I think of semi circles
Shoulder to shoulder stands every person
Forgive me if you can, hold grudges if you must
But honestly I'd had enough
Heaven knows I can't do this alone
Does your mother know what you do when you're away from home
God only knows what I'll do with the hole and mess you left of me
I think of the spaces left
Bereft, the people there that kept me in motion before the rust
A love since lost
I think of the days remaining
A childhood that I'd have tainted
Black tees and jeans in a casket
A bastard from a basket
If you could take back the time
Would you?
Because I would
Heaven knows I can't do this alone
Does your mother know what you do when you're away from home
God only knows what I'll do with the lack of holiness in me