"mourning in the confines of your room by yourself
reminded by the bulk of every memoir by yourself
clearing out your strange spaces all by yourself
remembering the way it always was by yourself
if i could pull my thoughts together
i could then shake the thought you might be still breathing
others i haven't seen in months or years
are here under a dimming light of circumstance
do you feel it's true that you're always this doomed?
with this migraine, my gain will fade
you're against the grain in the pain of a world
you don't speak a sound or walk around in anymore
full of silent expectations no one could have known
so how could i?
trying to find something
looking for a whole lot of nothing
and then you found me"