Marlodjur

Marlo, dear, I fear

Nothing I could say would

Change the way you feel tonight

Under cold Toronto

Skies, who wouldn’t want to die

At the sight of

Unopened messages and

Untended bandages on

Wounds that ooze and itch

On the surface of your existence

Marlo, I just don’t know

Marlodjur

Marlo, dear, I fear

You say you’re crumpled paper

I don’t know how to save your life

I don’t mean to condescend

I know I can’t comprehend the

Frigh-ten-ing silence of

Unanswered messages and

Festеring bandages on

Wounds that ooze and itch

On the surfacе of your existence

Marlo, I just don’t know

The things you need

Second chances or a second just to breathe

Are beyond me, I’m just a

Stranger. On your. Screen

It’s a curse, time can’t be reversed but

So far, there’s always been another

Tomorrow, Marlo

A day to write new messages to

Put on clean white bandages

The itching of your skin

Will be a sign that you are healing

Marlo, I just hope

Marlo, I just don’t know