what was once so real now doesn't even exist. and now the memories are going, so just the feelings persist. and what [bad word] back i sometimes try to resist. the last of your strength fell apart first in your fist.

and i had no idea i had any ideas. sometimes i think
i've never thought about anything.

it was warm when you held me, when you dropped down beside me. but i saw your face turn to powder in a year.

and did it do any good to have anyone tell you that things weren't as bad as they had actually [bad word] 

and did it make things worse when you hand was held. it was the best for everyone but you.