III

All my friends

Are making their way

She's in bed

And still feels the same

But what’s a feeling to the truth

And I found no face in you

In you

But things always leave

Some you'll choose

Some you will grieve

There will be dreams that don't come true

There will be things you thought you knew

You knew

Stay where you are

Now I’m leaving you

But I won't go too far

I grew away from you

You're all alone in a mind made for two

But if the color starts to fade from view

Just put the paintbrush in your hand

Your hand

This year I changed in the sense that I didn't

This year I moved not by foot but by inch

This year I learned what she'd do to be smiled at

This year the shape of my mouth never flinched

This year the good things were far less appealing

This year the bad won me over for good

This year my tongue nearly lost all its feeling

This year my lips moved much more than they should

This year I grew till the sky filled my ears

With whispers of sadness I turned into songs

This year I learned I can sing to a crowd

Much more honestly than I can talk to my mom

This year I wrote down some notes in my phone

And later heard strangers recite every word

This year I felt all their eyes and their ears

I don't want to be seen I just want to be heard

Her and all my friends left me a year ago

Maybe more, I heard that time flies when you spend it though

I used to sleep and spawn tears

Those are gone

I don't think I'll cry as long as I’ve still got my girlfriends and my songs here

Speaking of the songs I’d like to thank you for the girlfriend

Speaking of the girlfriend thanks for staying here so long

Speaking of the friends I'd like to thank you for the good times

And speaking of the her I’d like to thank you for the songs