Wish here you were
I'm tired and long for the touch
I want to rewrite the story
With another ending
Was that ever too much to ask?
I'm sick of these seeping images
Showing through mirrored slideshows
I know I passed the hanging tree
But sometimes I look back
Can you find me a place in this tempered grief
I fall to the ground in some kind of rough insanity
Steep mountains
Wide rivers
Great was this loss
Memories fuel this raging fire
Heal me
