Joana, In Five Acts

Birthday cards on the fridge

Hung next to pictures of me and you

I set them right the day you died

But couldn’t bring myself to throw them right away

Goodbye

The day he called: Impossible

You’re drifting out inside the room where I was born

I held you up, not strong enough

Said my goodbyes and watched your smile fade away

It’s not right

I can't be honest, I’m a bit demolished when I’m

Picturing holding your body in the room

The white sheets I’m facing

My nervous pacing that you’re just another heart

That I can’t bring back to this side of the ground

Now I’m scared of what a stranger might say to me

And I can’t keep my demons at bay

I’m paranoid and showing every indication

Talking more to myself each day

I’m paranoid and given every reason for why you had to leave

But why’d you leave without me?

I’m too lazy to leave my home

I’m far too bored to let it go

Like it mattered in the end

Or like it did any good while you were still here

I can’t pick up the phone anymore

I won’t pickup the phone anymore

I’m always just stuck missing you now that you’ve disappeared