i have a long way to go
on my knees in the rain and snow
with fire and war eating up the life around me
but i don't hear them make a sound

we have a long history
and i don't think that she misses me
but every day i stop my [bad word] on
to write these little nothing songs of love, love
to write these little nothing songs of love

it's cold when she reaches out
a bony arm pushing through the ground
to grab my wrist and drag me down to see her
to ask if i could only free her
from the box i buried her in
i say it's not that i don't miss you
i just know that if i kiss you
you'll turn me into someone i don't want to be

it's hard to say goodbye so many times
it's hard to say goodbye so many times
don't make me do it again, please god
don't make me do it again
i have a long way to go