Gutted

That went well

Words rush away from me now
There's nothing to hold on to anymore
And you're onto something new
For all we said
What's done is dead
I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.

You told me that if I really thought
That you wouldn't, couldn't, shouldn't want
Then I didn't know.
I guess I don't.

I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.
If you really meant it
That you want to hear it
To see it
To live it
I'll be here.

But I don't know for how long.

Amalgamated

The moon rolls dreaming through the late spring sky

It's just a thrush seen flying through the late autumn dusk

And I'm convinced, that soon you'll see

These summer leaves turn to a winter breeze

Solace my game, it stars you

Swing wide your crane, and run me through

I wanted to walk through empty streets

And feel something constant under my feet

I can see for miles

Snakebit boy on the town tonight

And he's waited all his life

To scrape away grey cement

Show me the world as it was again

High above the highway aisle

Jagged vacance, thick with ice

But now I know, you have to blur the lines

We're waiting for fate to open up our eyes

I can see for miles

I'll leave you with this song that I never wrote

And I'll be waiting for you

This is not the sound of a new man

It's the sound of the unlocking

And I scream my smiles

And I read the lines until I lid my eyes

I ignite inside, I flash with fire

I'm blazing blind, and I'm surging live.

And I can see for miles.

None of these words are my own.

All of these dreams are.

46 days?

It's only been 46 days since everything changed.

And I can tell you, I've grown.

The fire that you lit under me, the determination that I've never felt before.

You wanted to see me do this on my own. I'm crushing it. I'm owning this.

The worst part, is knowing that you were right. That this was probably a good idea. That we needed to expand, to become more.

I'll never, ever admit this.

Ever.

I've done so much thinking, so much wondering, so much pondering.

I've written that album for you.

I couldn't finish it until yesterday, because I didn't know how it was going to end.

It ends with you.

It started with you.

You're in every note, and every cadence, every verse and rhyme.

No, no. the worst part is definitely that you're never going to see it.

That you'll never see the new me.

And all I'm left with is inspiration and melodies.