This is not how I imagined it would be

No one took me to one side to say how much they’ll miss me

Things often crack

Before they work out

The rain it never punished us or if it did

We would laugh behind its back or under cover where we hid

Content with our mists and with our lights

Days spent sleeping in suits only emerging at night

I know that if I got what I wanted

We’d be twisting under anecdotes and chewing over pages

Gently spitting as I talk

As I unravel a thought

Growing, growing, growing bored

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I hope this isn’t all that is left

A sorry little evening for the stony road ahead

And I hope that isn't all...

This is not how I pictured our last words

So let's set our stories straight and let's decide just where we were

Lies often sound more truthful than fact

Like I have no regrets, like I’m not looking back

I hoped I’d have more to carry with me than that

If I weren’t so heavy with all that I lack