Simple silence seems to hold me down with you…
"Maybe" is a sin against my quiet lips, so I sit, brash, uncertain.
"Tomorrow" is an idol once I worshipped but now vainly reject.
"Promise" is a self deluded begging of the question, even though I know the answer is not "yes"
"Why?" is a plea I just can’t make again.
All I have these days are distance, questions, regrets… All I want is quiet reassurance and to learn how to forget. In lieu of you, I’d take nothing else, no matter the foolish things I’ve said.
You don’t have to say anything
You don’t even have to look anymore
You don’t even have to look anymore