There are no— there are no— there are no solutions tonight. I used to disappear before I made them bleed Heavy in the blood. Heavy behind the Everything I felt inside me rotted like flowers on a grave. Softly. Without resistance. As though decay were something tender. What tender notion does not turn? What tender thought does not darken when held too long? I'd see the destruction of their life before they could invest in me precognition? No, simple pattern recognition. What a tender notion. What a tender thought. What a strange thing to have believed. I could ruin someone good just by thinking about them And still not fulfill any of my own needs Within hours I already I was calculating what they’d lose on me [Verse 2] I dreesed up My goodbyes In tapestries of generosity wrapped carefully left my name off so they could think the freedom was their choice I meant it. Don't you understand? I came from there. You didn't invent wanting to push people away. I know how convincing it can be. I always meant well with my hand on the latch. Even when I'd catch myself doing it I couldn't stop. I was very convinced it was the only reality. [Refrain] You say— you weren’t enough. I hear how long you’ve been trying to make that explain everything. [Verse 3] It won't I don’t fill in your blanks with something beautiful just to make a song work but you said you had only words then remembered the first life you saved in water then said you still wanted more I’m leaving those things where you put them. [Outro] That impulse to refund your whole existence as though somebody kept the receipt It will stay or it will go but I will stay I'll agree not to ask you to change You learn to leave my kindness Unpaid And be okay with that In the silence we shall wonder. In the silence we shall call it wonder. The night holds nothing more. The night can give us nothing more. Still— we wait. There are no— there are no— there are no words tonight. Only their weight. Only the place where they should have been. The night holds nothing more. The night holds nothing more. Nothing more. Still— we listen.
