Noremembering

It would end much differently than you think

with my hands like guns and crashing sounds

because sometimes it feels like the song never ends

tattoo, tattoo these words on your wrists

guilt ridden nightmares and promises made

phonecalls and atrophy

break me so i cannot speak

or call after you

and you'd rush to hold your ears

(to the crashing sounds)

'cause sometimes it's more than you never

I can't recall the last time I said im sorry, and meant it.

sitting there, singing out "i miss you."

"i miss you so."

You were right about where you stood when i fell...

(holding on to)

And there you were screaming out

'this is your fault! this is your fault!'

You were holding on to your ears

as you threw yourself out the window

as i convinced you this is your fault.